Page 115 of Dark Endures

“It started around ten and lasted for twenty-five minutes,” Jacko reads the information off the screen.

“I told you I kissed Dahlia. It was a very long kiss. She never wanted it to end.”

This pretty boy has a death wish. He’s lying. I know it. Dahlia and Vex just got married. There’s no way she cheated on him.

Jacko places a hand on my arm. “He doesn’t know where she is. We should go.”

I don’t want to go. I want to pummel his face.

“We’re wasting time that could be spent finding her.”

That gets me. I lower my hands and step away. “It was nice chatting with you. Have a nice evening.”

“You’re nuts. I’m going to call the cops on you.”

Stupid, stupid pretty boy. “Go ahead. We were never here. And our alibi is rock solid.” I turn to Jacko. “Is it clear?”

He smiles. “Yup.”

“You have a good day now. Be sure to give Maverick my regards when you see him.”

“That was just cruel,” Jacko whispers when we’re heading down the stairs.

He deserves everything Maverick is going to do to him.

Two Helicopters And A Police Escort

Mindy

“There’s a police officer here to see you.” Delia pokes her head in. “I’m really proud of you for calling them.”

Except it isn’t what you think.

Leonie steps in and stops. “Did you know this place is state-of-the-art? They have almost an entire hospital in here. And their security system was supposed to be designed by some tech billionaire. I’ve always said I’d make time to take a tour. But all I’ve ever done is drop women off here.” She turns to face the wall.

“I’m okay, Leonie.”

“Have you told that to your face? Because it seems to disagree with you. And why are you lying on your stomach?”

“Because I fell on a broken glass bottle.”

“Fell or were thrown?” She gives me a piercing glare. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”

“The truth is, I don’t know. I had passed out already when it happened.”

She sinks down into one of the chairs next to me. “Tell me that creep is in jail, rotting.”

Um. I look away.

“You can’t defend men like this. They just keep doing it.”

A knock sounds at the door.

“Come in.” Never have I been so thankful for a distraction.

A man in a spectacular suit steps in. He’s clean-cut, but looks like he’d be ready for a street fight at any time. He doesn’t seem like a guard, but he certainly has the body to be one. “Why are there two helicopters asking for permission to land on the roof?”

He looks so familiar. Where did I see him? Dahlia!!! “I know you. Well, I know of you. You’re friends with a friend of mine. You’re Colin Knight, the author.”

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