Adverse Effects (A Chase Adams FBI Thriller Book 8) by Patrick Logan

Author:Patrick Logan [Logan, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathological Ink
Published: 2021-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

Tap, tap, tap.

Chase startled and immediately tried to sit up. A pain originating from her lower back shot down both legs and she winced.

“Fuck.”

She reached over her head for the door handle and opened it.

“Y-you okay?” a familiar voice asked.

Slowly this time, Chase grabbed the leather seat and pulled herself to a seated position.

“I’m—” Chase clucked her tongue, which felt thick and fuzzy. “—fine.”

Floyd moved to one side, which allowed more bright light to fill the BMW. Chase responded by leaning back, letting the man’s shape block part of the assault.

“I was calling you all night; I was worried that—y-y-you know—that y-you—”

Chase stopped Floyd cold by shooting him a look.

“I was locked out,” she said simply, her voice deadpan. “Came back here to get some work done and found the door locked. And I don’t have Screech’s number.”

But you have Floyd’s… and Drake’s.

“I come bearing gifts,” Dunbar announced, appearing out of nowhere. With both men now standing outside the rear door of her car, almost no light was getting in which offered Chase the moment she needed to collect herself.

And to realize that there was a third person behind the other two, his hands jammed into his pockets.

“Sorry,” Screech said.

Chase wiped the crust from the corners of her eyes and motioned for Dunbar and Floyd to step back. They obliged and she got out of her car with only a small grunt. Then she grabbed the coffee that Dunbar was offering.

“Not your fault,” she told Screech. The coffee was lukewarm, which Chase preferred—it allowed her to get the caffeine into her system faster. Hopefully, it would also help stay the hangover that hadn’t struck her yet but was planning an attack soon. “How did it go with the girls’ parents?”

Floyd looked at his toes, but Chase wasn’t in the mood for babysitting.

“Floyd,” she snapped, and the man looked up.

“The girls weren’t sick,” he replied, without a stutter. “At least not the parents knew about.”

“You believe them?” Chase indicated the front door to DSLH, and Screech led the way.

“Yeah,” Dunbar answered.

“Hmm.”

“What about you?” Floyd asked.

Screech unlocked the door and they all stepped inside the office.

“What about me?” Chase’s mind turned to last night, of her encounter with Tommy Wilde outside of Barney’s

What the fuck were you thinking, Chase?

“I, uhh, I just—”

“Shit!” Chase exclaimed, recalling the reason why she’d met the man at the bar in the first place. She padded the front of her jeans but came up empty.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Hold this,” Chase instructed, passing her coffee to Floyd. He fumbled with the cup, but Chase didn’t hang around to see whether he dropped it or not. She was already out the door, hurrying back to her car.

There was no cell phone on the back seat or under the front seats.

“Where are you?” Chase whispered. She shoved a finger down between the backseat cushion and her nail grazed against something hard. Pushing her hand harder, she managed to pinch the corner of the object and yank it free.

“I’ve got Sky’s cell phone!” she exclaimed, holding the plastic bag that contained the phone in the air.

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