Page 153 of Hunt for You

FROM: Bridget

TO: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)

SUBJECT: Re: Your psycho got himself fired

It’s not like that.

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FROM: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)

TO: Bridget

SUBJECT: Re: Your psycho got himself fired

So, you do think I’m an idiot. Well, joke’s on you. I’m making sure that wingnut leaves the state tomorrow like he’s supposed to, then when I know he’s safely in the hands of our friends on the other side of the country, you and I are talking face to face. We can do that at your place, or mine. But we’re doing it. No more delays. No more excuses. No more bullshit. You’re up to something, and you’re going to tell me what it is.

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FROM: Bridget

TO: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)

SUBJECT: Re: Your psycho got himself fired

Fine. Your place though. It’s weird when you come here.

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No way was I bringing him here, right under Cain’s nose.

Which sent my head spinning in three different directions, because no matter where I went, it would be under Cain’s nose. And he and Jeremy could not meet.

Shit. Shit!

Jeremy and I went back and forth two more times—time, place, and his insistence that I actually showed up—then I shut down my email and stared at the computer screen, my heart pounding.

This was bad.

This was very, very bad.

If Cain caught wind of Jeremy… hell, if Jeremy got a sniff of Cain.

Either way I was screwed—and not the way I wanted to be.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I muttered to myself as I opened the forum again and accessed my messages with Cain, but for the first time I wasn’t thrilled, or hopeful. I was slow. Reluctant. Resigned. Because it became very clear, very quickly, that there was only one way out of this that avoided allllll the drama…

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***SYSTEM NOTE: CHAT ENCRYPTED END-TO-END. ENSURE ALL ACCOUNTS ARE LOGGED OFF BEFORE DISCONNECTING.***

DeadGirlWalking:I’m not being dramatic. And I’m not trying to entice. Things are happening here and shit is getting real. I need you. I need you quickly. And I need you to end this. Please, Cain. If you don’t hunt soon, I might get taken away and I can’t stress enough how critical it is that you do *not* let that happen.

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I pressed send and waited, my breath rushing out of me when that little green dot appeared next to his profile name. I was so relieved I almost cried.

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