Chapter 62

I averted my gaze, unwilling to spare Dexter an extra glance. “I don’t need your help.”

Dexter chuckled. “I don’t know why you’re running, but if you get out now, they’ll surely take you

back.”

“Got nothing better to do?” I leaned back in the seat, my tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Indeed, letting Dexter whisk me away was a plan.

“A bit,” he nodded.

“Get me out of this hospital,” I said firmly.

Without protest, Dexter signaled the driver to go.

in the footwell of the car, hiding from the people

conveniently blocking me from the view of any passersby.

hospital’s reach, Dexter told the driver to pull over

eyed the street through the window, wary

long moment. “You remind me of someone I used

I laughed, feeling a wave of nausea.

of sentiment – who’s buying

give me

his car drove away, I ripped the card to shreds and dumped it in

and that murderer owe me. I’ll

the alley, tying my hair up and tucking it under a hat,

few blocks, I borrowed a phone at a coffee shop and called Stella. I couldn’t

leaned on the table. “If you want to know how your best friend Phoebe died, don’t tell anyone

edged with caution. “Who

shut, fighting back sobs, and hung up.

Chapter 62

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