Page 110 of Foul Territory
“Tell me what happens with Vincent and Aster,” I say to distract her.
“Wh-what?”
“Give me the best spoilers. Just like you used to. Does Aster pick Vincent or is she going to break my heart and pick Troy?”
“There is a crazy man banging on my window and you want me to tell you about a book?” she hisses.
“Yes. I want to know everything.”
“Bitch, I know you can hear me. Open the fucking door or I’ll bust it open,” he screams at my girl.
“Tell me about the badass queen in the story, baby” I say, knowing full well I’m talking to the queen inmine.
With a slight tremor in her voice she tells me parts ofThe Magic of Fire and BonesI haven’t read yet. As I figured, Troy was out for himself—the one that looks like the good guy never is. Nothing is ever what it seems.
The banging continues on her window. I’m surprised he hasn’t punched his fist through the glass yet.
“V-Vincent isn’t helping as much as giving orders to her. He acts like he doesn’t like her but I think he’s secretly falling in love with her. He just doesn’t know what to do because he’s not supposed to love her.”
“I knew it. Why not?”
“Because he was poor and she turned out to be a queen. He wasn’t allowed to like her.”
As I wait to turn on to the two lane street leading to Ray’s, three cop cars come up behind me with lights and sirens, blowing through the light and disappearing down the road.
“I hear sirens. He’s backing off and walking back to his car. He’s going to get away.”
“No, he won’t. They will get the road barricaded and stop him before he gets that far.”
“But that means you can’t get in.”
“Nothing can’t stop me from getting to you,” I say as I pull up behind the cop car.
I roll down my window and wait for one of the officers standing at the barricade to approach my car.
“This road is closed. I’m going to have to ask you to turn around.”
“My girlfriend is the woman in the parking lot with the slashed tires. I would really like to be the one to give her a ride home.”
He gives me an understanding nod. “Give me a moment,” he says, then goes back to his cruiser.
“Sydney, are you there?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“The cop is coming back.”
“The other unit is coming out now with the perpetrator. Once they’ve cleared the location, we’ll let you through and you can take your girlfriend home.”
“Great. Thank you.”
“You can follow us down,” he says. He walks back to his car and gets inside. He maneuvers the cruiser so it’s no longer blocking the road.
The other cop passes in the opposite lane after stopping beside the officer in front of me and having a brief conversation.
