Chapters (29)
- Back Cover Text
- Dear Reader
- Booklist
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Fatal Series FAQs
- About the Fatal series
- About the Author
- Carina Press BPA
- Copyright
Anxious to get her mind off her worries about her dad so she’d be able to sleep, he said, “Tell me about the girls you rescued from the motel. I heard about it on the news on the way home.”
“That was the craziest thing! I got one of my feelings. I can’t even explain the sense I got that something was very wrong there.” She told him about rescuing Ginger and Amber, how Ginger had led them to the house where dozens of other missing kids had been located and the tearful reunion between Ginger—who turned out to be Sarah—and her parents.
“I remember the story when Sarah went missing. It was big news around here.”
“And all this time she was only an hour away in the District. Her parents were so happy and relieved. But they’ve got an awfully long road ahead getting her the help she’ll need.”
“That’s amazing, babe. I’m so proud of what you did for those kids.”
“Thanks. Everyone made a big deal about it at HQ.”
“It’s a huge big deal. You could’ve walked away from that hotel and their nightmare would’ve continued with no one knowing what was really going on. You saved them all by following your instincts.”
“I’d only ever say this to you, because it sounds kind of arrogant, but...when things like that happen, I know I’m doing exactly what I was put on this earth to do. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense,” he said, and it served to clarify his decision. Who was he kidding? There’d never been a decision in the first place. Her job defined her and gave her life meaning. He’d never ask her to give that up for him.
She let out a huge yawn. “I can’t stay awake anymore.”
“You don’t have to, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up, and we’ll have all kinds of time to spend together.”
“Can we stay right here in our loft and not leave until we have to pick up Scotty?”
“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”
“What’s the latest with Lexicore?”
“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”
“I will after you tell me what’s going on.”
“Turns out most of their investors were blindsided by the connection to the factory in Thailand. We haven’t seen any noticeable drop in the polls since the news hit that I was a stockholder.”
“That’s a relief.”
“It’s all thanks to Graham. He played it perfectly. As always, his instincts were spot-on.”
“I’m glad. You deserve to be reelected. You work so hard.” She relaxed into his embrace, and her breathing evened out, leading him to think she’d fallen back to sleep. “Nick?”
“Hmm?”
“Remember that thing we talked about doing together sometime?”