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Authors: J. M. Sevilla
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sites mention an injury or death. After twenty minutes of searching I find nothing out of the ordinary.
I do another search, browsing San Fransisco news sites for anything suspicious.
Nothing.
Well that's good, but it doesn't ease my worry that something happened to Jay.
I'm calling. I don't care if I promised Jay I wouldn't. It's worth having him yell and get pissed at me.
The line rings once before taking me straight to the Cole Private Bank and Trust automated system.
Goddammit! Nothing is simple when it comes to that man!
I turn to Seth, “What would you do if you couldn't find the answers you were looking for, but desperately needed?”
He gives me a mischievous wiggle of his brows, “ I'd go to the source, of course.”
I jump up and wrap my arms around him, “ Brilliant!”
Jay never forbid me from coming to him. Sure, it was implied, but this is what he gets for only giving me the bare minimum of information and not contacting me for three weeks.
I look up flights to San Fransisco. The next plane leaves Phoenix airport in two hours, giving me plenty of time to get there. I order the ticket, talking to Seth as I do, “Can you tell Mom I'm having a girl's weekend?”
“ You want me to lie to Mom?”
“ We both know this wouldn't be the first time.”
“ I know, I just wasn't expecting that from you. You've always been the follow the rules, do what you're told person.”
“ Mm,” I mumble, half listening as I type in my credit card information. “So will you or won't you?”
“ Of course I will.”
“ Good,” I rush to the front door, grabbing my car keys and wallet.
“ Hey, sis?”
I stop right before slamming the door, frustrated that he's slowing me down, “What?”
“Be careful, okay?”
The worried expression on Seth's face has me going to give him a big squeeze, squishing him in my arms, “I will.”
“And you're still wearing your pajamas,” he snickers.
I look down. Oops, it appears that I am.
Inside my bedroom I throw on underwear, jeans, and long sleeve shirt, stuffing my wallet in my front pocket, stopping to brush my teeth and pull my hair back.
I hop down the hall putting my shoes on while I go, almost knocking Cody over on my way through the door. As I'm backing out – tires screeching, the whole dramatic bit – I slam on my brakes to stare at Jay's old place.
First things first: find out if this fucker really is following me and if I'm going to need to ditch him.
I drive my car at the speed limit, my leg bouncing with the adrenaline flooding my body. I park at the nearby grocery store and wait a beat before getting out. I casually look around, but don't see his car. I pull out my phone to call Seth and ask him if the neighbor's car is still in the driveway when the car pulls into the lot.
Holy shit, I think he really is following me. I kind of expected to get in a good laugh for being paranoid.
Okay, new plan.
I stroll into the grocery store, hoping that my nerves aren't visible. I head towards the toilet paper aisle, thinking that would be a good reason for rushing here. You can't live without TP, right?
Every so often I sneak a peek at the mirrors on the ceiling. The third time I lock eyes with my neighbor, who's a few rows over. I quickly advert mine, pretending I wasn't paying attention.
My neighbor appears so normal, his looks pleasant but not memorable. His demeanor's always distant; however, it never would have made me think anything other than him being an anti-social kind of guy. It makes me wonder how many dangerous people you pass in a day and don't even know it.
Hmm, well that's not really something I care to think too heavily on.
I feign interest in comparing the cost of two brands, finally deciding on the one I want.
I keep expecting my heart to beat erratically but it never does, almost as though it's getting used to the adrenaline surges and isn't phased anymore. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's still frantically beating, but it's
I do another search, browsing San Fransisco news sites for anything suspicious.
Nothing.
Well that's good, but it doesn't ease my worry that something happened to Jay.
I'm calling. I don't care if I promised Jay I wouldn't. It's worth having him yell and get pissed at me.
The line rings once before taking me straight to the Cole Private Bank and Trust automated system.
Goddammit! Nothing is simple when it comes to that man!
I turn to Seth, “What would you do if you couldn't find the answers you were looking for, but desperately needed?”
He gives me a mischievous wiggle of his brows, “ I'd go to the source, of course.”
I jump up and wrap my arms around him, “ Brilliant!”
Jay never forbid me from coming to him. Sure, it was implied, but this is what he gets for only giving me the bare minimum of information and not contacting me for three weeks.
I look up flights to San Fransisco. The next plane leaves Phoenix airport in two hours, giving me plenty of time to get there. I order the ticket, talking to Seth as I do, “Can you tell Mom I'm having a girl's weekend?”
“ You want me to lie to Mom?”
“ We both know this wouldn't be the first time.”
“ I know, I just wasn't expecting that from you. You've always been the follow the rules, do what you're told person.”
“ Mm,” I mumble, half listening as I type in my credit card information. “So will you or won't you?”
“ Of course I will.”
“ Good,” I rush to the front door, grabbing my car keys and wallet.
“ Hey, sis?”
I stop right before slamming the door, frustrated that he's slowing me down, “What?”
“Be careful, okay?”
The worried expression on Seth's face has me going to give him a big squeeze, squishing him in my arms, “I will.”
“And you're still wearing your pajamas,” he snickers.
I look down. Oops, it appears that I am.
Inside my bedroom I throw on underwear, jeans, and long sleeve shirt, stuffing my wallet in my front pocket, stopping to brush my teeth and pull my hair back.
I hop down the hall putting my shoes on while I go, almost knocking Cody over on my way through the door. As I'm backing out – tires screeching, the whole dramatic bit – I slam on my brakes to stare at Jay's old place.
First things first: find out if this fucker really is following me and if I'm going to need to ditch him.
I drive my car at the speed limit, my leg bouncing with the adrenaline flooding my body. I park at the nearby grocery store and wait a beat before getting out. I casually look around, but don't see his car. I pull out my phone to call Seth and ask him if the neighbor's car is still in the driveway when the car pulls into the lot.
Holy shit, I think he really is following me. I kind of expected to get in a good laugh for being paranoid.
Okay, new plan.
I stroll into the grocery store, hoping that my nerves aren't visible. I head towards the toilet paper aisle, thinking that would be a good reason for rushing here. You can't live without TP, right?
Every so often I sneak a peek at the mirrors on the ceiling. The third time I lock eyes with my neighbor, who's a few rows over. I quickly advert mine, pretending I wasn't paying attention.
My neighbor appears so normal, his looks pleasant but not memorable. His demeanor's always distant; however, it never would have made me think anything other than him being an anti-social kind of guy. It makes me wonder how many dangerous people you pass in a day and don't even know it.
Hmm, well that's not really something I care to think too heavily on.
I feign interest in comparing the cost of two brands, finally deciding on the one I want.
I keep expecting my heart to beat erratically but it never does, almost as though it's getting used to the adrenaline surges and isn't phased anymore. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's still frantically beating, but it's
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