All of the air left her lungs in one gust, and abruptly she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t inhale or exhale or force the oxygen into her body no matter how badly she wanted. I’m going to die. Calloway’s going to die. And it’s going to be my fault. H...
I’d made it clear to her that I couldn’t tell her exactly what was going on, but at least I knew she would keep Jayme occupied. It bought me precious time. Which was good, because Painter had turned up the radio and left it playing at an obnoxious volume for two hours as he drove through the pitc...
He’d definitely been in the bathroom long enough to shower. And the water had run the whole time. But his hair was barely damp and his face looked like it had been wiped off, not thoroughly cleaned. Suspicious, but not surprising, Meredith thought. ...