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.

footwell of the car, hiding from the people outside.

slid a bit closer, conveniently blocking me from the view of any passersby.

hospital’s reach, Dexter told the driver to pull over in a safe spot.

window, wary of Dexter.

looked into my eyes for a long moment. “You remind me of someone I used to

laughed, feeling a wave of

sickening, this show of sentiment – who’s buying

into any trouble, give me a call,” Dexter offered me

card, stepping out of the car. As his car drove away, I ripped the card to shreds

murderer owe me.

tucking it under a hat, keeping my head down

at a coffee shop and called Stella. I couldn’t just go to Stella; it was

familiar voice, hoarse from crying daily. “Who’s this?” Tears welled up in my eyes and I shook as I leaned on the table. “If you want to know how your best friend Phoebe died, don’t

edged with caution. “Who are

fighting back sobs, and

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