Dead on Arrival by Mason Sabre & Rachel Morton

Author:Mason Sabre & Rachel Morton [Sabre, Mason & Morton, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

I pulled into the first safe spot where I wasn’t likely to get hit by another car, or some massive HGV wagon wouldn’t come around the corner and plough right into me. Because that would just round off my day.

I unclenched my fingers from around the steering wheel, stretched them out and then sat up a little, pushing the knot out of my back. A dull ache started behind my left eye, and I rubbed at my temple to try and ease it. Nothing worked. In the end, I put my hands over my face, leant forward and screamed. It was mediocre at best. Just like me. Just like my life.

I'd have tried again if there were a chance it'd do more than scratch the surface of what I was trying to chase away. But I stayed like that, hands over my face, head down.

“Stupid,” I said. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Grady had done nothing. Literally, nothing, when I'd thrown the phone at him. And that was the point. He'd not even tried to apologise or ask me to stay. As I'd driven away, he'd gone back into the house without so much as a word and or a hope everything goes okay for you, Harper. What kind of man would do that?

I pulled out my phone. There wasn't even a missed call or a text from him. Nothing. I navigated to his messenger box to tell him exactly what I thought of that, but he'd not been online in a couple of hours. Something made me stop before I typed. What would be the point? He'd not read it, and if he did, he'd not reply, and then I would be more frustrated than I was right then.

Lou was active. I went to her box instead and typed, “You busy?”

She saw it a second later. Funny. She could work full time and had time to reply to me, but the man who was supposed to care about me? I’d have to be on fire for him to even blink, and then maybe that would depend on if he had the time.

“Just finishing work. What’s up?”

"Can I come around to yours?" I asked.

The long delay from her opening the message to before I saw the bubble that meant she was typing. I leant my head back on the headrest and glance out of the rear-view mirror. It wouldn't have surprised me to see someone on the back seat. The man in the hat perhaps, or the runaway girl. But nothing.

My phone rang, making me jump. Lou, of course.

“Sorry, Harp. I was just finishing something. Is everything okay?”

I paused before I spoke. Not for effect, but because I didn’t trust myself to speak right away. Grady said I overreacted to things and that was probably what he’d say about the whole phone thing. But the eviction notice on the passenger seat? That wasn’t an overreaction. It was serious. Damn serious. “I’m okay,” I said a moment later when she said my name.

“You don’t sound okay.

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