Read Online Following Trouble by Emme Rollins - Free Book Online Page A

it had been a joke—I’d told her I was going to track Rob around the country with it. We’d played around with it for a while and had connected her phone to mine to test it, just to see if it worked, but I’d never really checked it afterward.
    Until now.
    “Come on, com e on,” I whispered, waiting while the GPS located her. “Where are you?”
    “Sabrina?” Rob looked over my shoulder, waiting. “ Where is she?”
    “Downtown.” I looked back at him, my heart sinking.
    “Downtown Detroit?”
    I nodded. “We have to go, Rob. We have to go get her.”
    He grabbed my phone, scanning the map. “I have a feeling that’s not a very good neighborhood.”
    “ I know.” I consoled myself that it was the middle of the afternoon on a Monday. I worked in Detroit, after all. I knew my way in and out—and my dad had been a Detroit cop. I knew where the good and not-so-good places were. And Katie was in a very, very not-so-good place right now, in so many ways.
    “We have to go,” I urged, snagging my phone and shoving it into my jeans pocket.
    “Let me go.” He grabbed my arm, holding onto me as I tried to continue down the sidewalk to the car. “I’ll call Sarah. We’ll go get Katie.”
    “No.” I glared at him. “She won’t listen to you.”
    “How do you know she’ll listen to you?”
    “Because she answered the phone when I called.” It had only been once, but I’d gotten through. She’d picked it up and had talked to me, even in the middle of whatever fugue state she’d been in.
    “All right,” Rob relented, following me to the car. He stopped, looking at me over the hood as he dialed his phone. “Let me call Sarah. She’s carrying a gun.”
    A gun. A little shiver ran through me, but I knew it was right. It wasn’t smart to go where we were going without some sort of protection. My dad had been a Detroit detective for years and, back when there was a residency requirement, we lived on Cop Row—a city block full of cops everyone knew not to mess with them—and it was safe enough to hang out and play with my friends and ride my bike.
    But there were boundaries I was never, ever allowed to cross, because Detroit had safe places and dangerous places, and I had lived my whole life with a man who wore a badge and carried a gun and knew just how dangerous those places could be. That’s why, when I’d decided to take a job teaching in the Detroit district, my father had purchased me a 9mm Glock 26 and told me to put it in my car. I wasn’t allowed to carry it in school, of course, but it was loaded and in my glove compartment.
    “Damn it, she’s not answering.” Rob scowled at his phone.
    “It doesn’t matter.” I opened the driver’s side door and got in. Rob got in the passenger’s side. “Open the glove compartment.”
    Rob frowned but he did it, his eyebrows raising when he saw my gun tucked into its slot. My father had made sure it was secure, putting a special holder in. Rob pulled it out, checking the chamber and then pulling out the holster.
    “You have a license for this?”
    “I’m a cop’s daughter,” I reminded him. “I’ve had a conceal carry license since I was twenty-one.”
    “I should have known.” He holstered the gun, grinning over at me. “I’m impressed. A girl who can handle a gun is kind of hot.”
    “You obviously know your way around guns.” I glanced over as he untucked his t-shirt so it hid the bulge. “Do you have a license to carry?”
    “Yeah. Not that it matters. There’s no reciprocity between California and Michigan.” He closed the glove compartment. “But if I have to use it, I will.”
    “Jesus, Rob,” I whispered. I had butterflies in my stomach. Yes, I knew how to handle a gun, yes, I kept one in my car just in case, but I had never, ever had to use it. “This is…”
    “I know. Just get us there.” He put his phone to his ear, waiting. “Sarah? Hey. We found Katie… We’re on our way now. I want you to stay at