Page 151 of Hunt for You

But then it occurred to me.

Shit.

I had to email Jeremy, because he was supposed to be meeting Ronald tomorrow, and if Cain had killed him…

Shit.

I hurried to the office and turned on the computer, trying to figure out how I could lead into this without giving Cain away.

My heartrate spiked through the roof.

My fingers were shaking as I typed in the password.

Sure enough, Jeremy had already emailed. But when I read the subject, my eyes widened.

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FROM: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)

TO: Bridget

SUBJECT: Your psycho got himself fired

Val messaged me this morning. Turns out you were right about delusions of grandeur. This fucker got himself hospitalized and arrested last night. And she’s shipping him back to the East Coast. Turns out our friends over there were looking for him.

What did you do?

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FROM: Bridget

TO: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)

SUBJECT: Re: Your psycho got himself fired

Nothing. I was an innocent bystander.

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I had meant to be funny. It wasn’t until the split second after I pressed send that I realized I was effectively telling Jeremy that I was involved and nononononononononnooooooo.

I actually grabbed for the computer, like I could somehow stop the email sending. Then I cursed myself roundly.

What a stupid mistake!

I really was in a tailspin if I wasn’t thinking through the things I sent to Jeremy. What the fuck?!

My stomach sank as I stared, wide-eyed, at the screen waiting for his response, because he was almost always in the office now and—

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FROM: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)

TO: Bridget

SUBJECT: Re: Your psycho got himself fired

Where the fuck were you when this guy was getting himself on Val’s shit list?

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