Page 55 of Mr. North
“Ms. Dreymon,” the cool, collected voice on the other end of the line purrs. Paxton Ross clears his throat—a polite, gentlemanly cough. “I think it’s time and you I had a little chat. Meet me at Thalia’s apartment. I’ll be waiting there for you.”
“Okay. I’m bringing Nate with me, though.” I’d love to tell Paxton that I’m bringing Raph with me, but the way things were when we left, the look of pure fury in his eyes…god, if he knew what I was doing right now, he’d fucking kill me. He couldn’t have made it any clearer that he didn’t want me to digging into the accident. And even if I did tell him what was going on and where I’m about to go, it wouldn’t matter anyway; he hasn’t left his apartment in over five years, after all. I doubt he’d make an exception to come out now and help me do something he expressly forbade me from doing in the first place.
“I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible,” Paxton informs me smoothly.
“Why not?”
“Because the authorities wish to speak to Nathaniel about the recent theft he committed at my workplace.”
No. Fucking. Way.I knew Paxton was a dick, but seriously? He called the cops? Such a shitty move. Just as I’m about to tell him to go to hell, to call him every name under the sun, there’s a rap on the car window. I look up, and all hope of having back-up at Thalia’s disintegrates. There, on the other side of the glass, a police officer is standing beside the car…and his hand is resting menacingly on top of his gun.
Fuck.
