Page 145 of Dust to Dust

“So that’s why you couldn’t get an audition anywhere?”

“Exactly.”

Brooke let out a low whistle. “That’s harsh.”

“I know.”

“I guess that answers how he’s dealing with the break up.”

In a way, I couldn’t blame him for lashing out. I’d broken his heart. If the tables were turned and I had the chance, I would’ve probably done the same. With a sigh, I jerked my hands through my hair, wrapping it into a messy bun.

“You’re ruining your hair!”

“Thanks to Quinn there’s no need for it to look good for any more auditions since I won’t be getting a job.”

“Home or the liquor store?” Brooke suggested.

“Liquor store,” I grumbled.

“Good choice. I’ll drive us home in case you want to get a head start.”

I snorted. “With my luck, we’d get pulled over by the police, and I’d have another mark against me.”

As we pulled out of the club parking lot, my phone rang. When I grabbed it out of my purse, our local bank’s name flashed on the screen. “Jesus, could this day get any worse,” I grumbled.

“Don’t tell me it’s Quinn?”

“No, the bank.” I swiped to answer it. “Hello?”

“Yes, may I speak to Isla Vaughn?”

“This is her.”

“Hello, Ms. Vaughn, I was calling on behalf of Regions. We had flagged your account for some suspicious activity.”

Great. What little money I had someone must’ve tried to steal. “Has there been fraudulent charges?”

“No. It’s more about a pending wire payment.”

I furrowed my brows. “I don’t know anything about any payments.”

“Normally, we don’t alert customers about funds being deposited into their account, but because of the size of this deposit, we just wanted to confirm everything was normal.”

“I’m sorry. Are you trying to say someone is depositing a large amount of money into my checking account?”

“That’s correct?”

“How much?”

“A million dollars.”

At my wheeze, Brooke jerked her eyes off the road. “What’s wrong?”

Unable to speak, I just clutched the phone to my ear. “Someone has deposited a million dollars into my account,” I choked out.

Now it was Brooke’s turn to shriek. “Holy fucking shit!”

Turning my attention back to the call, I asked, “What is the name or the business associated with the transfer?”

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