Page 84 of Beyond the Fame

Rebecca’s back is to me, but I notice her stiffen at my name.

“Hey.” I scan the crowd one more time, then look back at Shane. “Have you seen Mylan? Or Lana?”

“No,” he says, sounding somewhat angry that I've interrupted his flirty conversation with Rebecca. “Though someone said Mylan was here earlier. Then he left suddenly. Ginger and Bruno too.”

“Hmm.”

Rebecca finally turns to look at me. “Have you tried calling them?”

I narrow my eyes at her snark. “Not yet.”

I step away from them and do just that, but my call to Mylan goes directly to voice mail. I scroll to find Lana’s number and her phone rings, but no answer.

Bruno, Eloise... nothing, and I don’t have Ginger’s number to call.

“Is everything okay?” Rebecca asks, leaving Shane to join me where I stand along the wall.

“I don’t know... I... I have a bad feeling.”

Rebecca sets aside whatever animosity she holds against me. “Come on, let’s go find them.”

I follow her out the door, and we walk to her rental car. She starts it up and some country song blares over the speakers. She scrambles to turn it down.

She laughs, nervously. “Sorry. A Carrie Underwood song came on right before I got here. I love her, so I had to blast it.”

The image of Rebecca singing at the top of her lungs while driving makes me relax. I even almost smile.

Rebecca pulls out of the parking lot and heads back through the downtown area. We filmed in this town for a month, so I’m familiar with it enough to know she’s going to Lana’s apartment, which is over the bar she owns.

As soon as we approach, there’s a tow truck loading up a black SUV.

“What the fuck?” I grit through my clenched jaw.

“Jensen,” Rebecca whispers, her palm covering my balled-up fist.

I rip my hand away and before she’s barely put the car in park, I'm flying out of the door.

“What the fuck happened?”

The man operating the tow truck shrugs. “Car crash.”

“Obviously,” I snarl.

“Jensen.” Lana’s voice grounds me, stopping me from losing my fucking mind.

Her arms are wrapped around her stomach as she approaches, and my anger fades quickly. Her eyes are bloodshot. Ginger stands near the door to Lilies with the same solemn expression.

Rebecca walks past me and brings Lana into a hug.

“What happened?” she asks, smoothing strands of hair off Lana’s face.

Lana sniffs and wipes her nose with the back of her hand.

“Mylan crashed his driver’s car into my sign. He’d been drinking.”

“What?” I choke out.

She stares at me for the longest time as if choosing her words carefully. “He lost control again, Jensen. He’s sick.”

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