Page 138 of The Vigilante's Lover
I go to the most recent calls. Who are the people on this list?
I choose the day he left me with Colette and pick a number around that time. Whoever he would have called that day should be safe.
I punch the number and hold my breath. Please be Sam or Colette. Please. Please. Please.
Sam’s voice floods me with relief.
“Jax, this is bad, you just called on an open line,” he says.
“It’s Mia,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry. Jax has been poisoned and I don’t know what to do.”
“Switch to video,” he says.
I find the icon and punch it.
“Show him to me,” Sam says.
I turn the phone around.
“Did he throw up?” he asks.
“No,” I say.
“Spasms?”
“No.”
Sam’s voice is calm. “See if his eyes are dilated. If the pupils are huge.”
I reach down and carefully tug his eyelids apart. “Yes, I think so.” I hold the camera up.
“This is important,” Sam says. “If you choose the wrong one, he dies.”
I open his lids again.
“Compare them to your own in this light,” he instructs.
I pull back and stare into the side door mirror. “His are definitely bigger.”
“I can’t see well enough, but I trust you,” Sam says. “Did you find the vials in the trunk of the car?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Okay. Get the green one.”
I run to the trunk and jerk the green vial from the case.
“Where do I stick it?” I ask Sam.
“Anywhere works, but if you can get him in the arm close to his heart, that’s best.”
I jerk up the sleeve to his white linen shirt and expose the crook of his elbow. That’s where nurses always stick you to take blood. It must be good. I uncap the needle.
“Just let it go in slow and steady,” Sam says.
I prick his skin and push the plunger in.
“Mia,” Sam says. His voice is strained. “You have to get off this phone call and leave there immediately. We’re all in trouble now.”
