Page 101 of Bishop's Queen

“Christ. Six a.m.”

Oh, shit.He’d been asleep all night. “Sorry, I—” He had no explanation, and when he looked up, Bishop’s truck was gone. “Shit!”

Jay scurried to his feet, unsteady and unsure. He rushed toward his car. If Ella saw him now, he would have no explanation for her, either.

What did it mean if he was losing control? If he couldn’t see the differences between himself and the stalker, of spiraling to sleep on a sidewalk?

Jay quickly closed himself in the safe confines of his car and checked his phone. There was a voice mail—not from her—and text messages from Ella. She had not even told him she was back at home. He pressed play on the voice mail.

“Hello, Mr. Graff. This is FBI Special Agent Angie Byrd. Sorry for the late-night call, but I’d hoped to catch you. I’d like to learn more about Eco-Ella and get your insight on Miss Leighton. My schedule is open tomorrow. Please call.”

Jay hit save, and his pulse raced at the opportunity to enter the conversation. Whenever she wanted to meet, he would be there.

An opening from the FBI to see what they had, and still, he had nothing from Ella.

Jay opened the sun visor and stared at the mirror. “What does that mean?” No calls? “It means you need to gain control of Ella. Quickly.”

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