Chapters (20)
- BOOK DESCRIPTION
- ABOUT KYLIE SCOTT
- Also From Kylie Scott
- Discover 1001 Dark Nights
- TABLE OF CONTENTS
- ONE THOUSAND AND ONE DARK NIGHTS
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- EPILOGUE
- Discover 1001 Dark Nights Collection Six
- DISCOVER MORE KYLIE SCOTT
- Lies
- Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights
- On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,
“Hmm? Oh, I sign N.D.A.s. I’m not allowed to talk about it.” She opened the door just a little, peering out at the fading afternoon light. “But let me just say that a certain drummer is banned from this gym for life. The idiot.”
“What did he do?”
“I already told you, I can’t say,” she said, distracted by whatever was going on outside. “Here comes your buff bodyguard and a couple of paps are following. Get ready.”
“Thanks. See you next time.”
“Sure, hon.”
The car pulled up close to the building with the passenger side right in front of me. I raced out. Flashes went off, but I kept a hand up, covering part of my face. They weren’t getting a good shot of me today. Not under these circumstances. So there.
Inside the car, everything was quiet apart from the pounding of my heart. Ziggy drove fast but skillfully through the city streets. Usually I liked being out and about after dark. People out having fun, the sight of street lights rushing past. It all soothed me for some reason. Probably due to childhood memories of Mom picking me up from Grandma’s place and driving me home late at night after her shift at the bar. But nothing could relax me this evening.
“No need to rush,” I said. “They know where we’re going. One of the downsides to living under half of Stage Dive. Everyone in the area knows about that building.”
He slowed a little.
“With no time for a shower, I must smell amazing.”
Another of those almost-smiles tugged at his lips. “You’re fine, miss.”
“Guess someone at the police station either talked or sold the story. I can’t imagine Leonard or anyone else at the apartment building doing it.”
“I know the people who work at your building. No way would it have been one of them.”
“Good,” I said. “That makes me feel a little better.”
“Speaking of which…” With more multitasking skill than I could ever display, he drew out his cell and made a call. “Hey, Sarah, it’s Ziggy. Miss Cooper and I are coming in with photographers on our tail. Just giving you warning...right. Thanks.”
“They’re at the building too, already?” I asked.
“Yes.”