The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

He falls to the ground beside his car, and I hear someone yell, “Call the police!”

“Fuck . . .” I look down to his slumped body and the blood pouring from his nose.

What have I done?

I turn and sprint as hard as I can into the darkness. I run down a block and cut through a park as I hear a police siren in the distance.

Fuck.

I run across the street, and a car comes out of nowhere.

Bright lights, car horn, blurred vision.

It hits me, and I go flying into the air.

Darkness . . . nothing.

Chapter 22

Emily

On my laptop, I scroll through the information that I’ve collected today. I have nothing to go on other than Hayden. He’s the only the person who has a shady past and the only person I can think of who would double-cross Miles Media.

But selling shitty stories is a far cry from stealing millions of dollars from a global company. I don’t think he’s capable of something like this.

So why is my gut telling me that he is somehow involved?

I check my phone . . . no messages.

Please call me.

I get a vision of my Jameson all alone in his big apartment, and my heart aches. I’ve decided that I’m going over there tomorrow night and knocking the door down.

I can’t give him the space that he needs . . . I need him.

The door buzzes, and I jump up, excited. Jameson. I run to the telecom to see two police officers on the screen. I push the button. “Hello?”

“Is that Emily Foster?”

“Yes.”

“Can we come up, please?”

“What’s wrong?” I whisper. Oh my God, what’s happened?

“We need to talk to you.”

“Has something happened?” I stammer.

“Let us in, please.”

“Okay.” I push the button with my heart pumping hard.

Moments later they knock on the door, and I open it in a rush. “Hello.”

Two solemn-looking police officers force a smile. “Are you Emily Foster?”

“Yes.” My heart begins to race.