“Yes, Mr. Bossy Pants.”
Chapter Twelve
Deepest Darkest
The lull in emails was done.
I knew because I was sitting at my desk, frozen in terror as I looked at myself.
Being fucked.
In a car.
The picture was dark and fuzzy, our faces impossible to make out. Based on the positioning, though, it was obvious what was happening.
I knew it was us. Which meant someone else did, too.
Someone who watched us.
With shaking hands, I grabbed my phone and touched the screen a few times to call Jake.
“Hey, babe. I was just thinkin’ about you.”
“Jake,” I whimpered, fear soaking into my voice. Soaking into me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I got another email.”
Could someone be watching or listening right now?
“I’m on my way. I’ll call Dad and we’ll be there soon.”
“No!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“There’s a picture. You can’t call your dad, Jake. He can’t see it.” I was mortified at the thought of Gregory even knowing about the picture. I didn’t want him to see it.
“What is it?”
“You and me on the way home from Voodoo. When we pulled off on the side of the road.” I heard Jake’s breathing change, then something crash. “Jake?”
“I’m here.” Jake’s voice was thick and gravelly. “I’m leavin’ now. Dad will be fine. Call Detective Oscar. Do you still have her number?”
“Yeah.”
Gregory had told us he’d specifically asked for Detective Oscar to look into things. When she’d come with him to pick up one of the flower deliveries, I’d been surprised at how young she was.
Since she was a detective at her age, she obviously worked hard. Though she was very attractive, it was her no-nonsense attitude and confidence that stood out.
Okay, so I was completely wrong and there’s something going on. At least I have a tough fiancé and detective at my back.
“Call her. I’m headin’ out now. Lock the door, yeah?”
“It already is.”
“Okay, sweets. I love you. See you soon.”