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Copyright © Aurelia T. Evans 2015. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
“Land, what time is it?”
“It’s seven.”
“What do you mean it’s seven? Why didn’t my alarm go off?”
“You needed the sleep, Em,” Land replied.
“So you decided to go off on your own at night just so I could get a little shut-eye? Land, we’ve watched enough horror movies to know that splitting up is not a good idea.”
“I know. But we’ve also watched enough reality TV to know that not getting enough sleep also isn’t a good idea.”
“Touché. Did we get a call?”
“No, Em. I found him.”
Emily sat straight up in bed. “You found Matt?”
“The lures worked. He’s in the trap.”
Emily rocked out of bed and yanked on a pair of leggings. Then she did some fancy moves to get a sports bra on without taking off her long tank sleep shirt. “That’s great. That’s really great. Is he okay?”
“More or less,” Land replied.
Emily stopped rushing through their dark bedroom. “Is something wrong? You sound weird.”
“The important thing is that we found him. You should come down. We need to do the intervention together. He won’t listen to me. He’ll listen to you.”
“Um, okay. I’ll get my coffee and drive right over.”
“Love you, Em.”
“I love you, too, Land. Are you sure—”
The call abruptly ended.
Land had never hung up on her like this, not unless they were in a knock-down, drag-out kind of fight, and they’d only had that twice in their relationship. And both times, Emily had known they were in one.
Her stomach tightened, but she forced herself not to overanalyze.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t hurry. By the time she made it to the warehouse, it would be full-on dark.
She grabbed a large bottle of iced coffee from the second shelf of the fridge. Then she hopped into her subcompact. Land had the company car, but hers had an extermination kit or two for emergencies, so she wasn’t going out to the warehouse district half-cocked.
As she drove away from the glittery, bustling part of the city, the blue velvet of the sky went black.
“Ladies and gentlemen, lock your doors,” she whispered.
