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“Victor? Please tell me she’s there.” His face falls as his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck. Yeah, okay. I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours, so I’m going to have Maya drive us, but we’ll meet you at the police station.”
I grab my keys and then my purse, putting it over my shoulder before he ends the call.
“I’m so fucking worried, Maya,” he admits quietly, his eyes flashing up to meet mine. “What if her stalker has her?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know, but we can’t let ourselves go there. We can’t give up on her. She would never give up on us.”
He closes his eyes, a single tear streaking down his cheek as he straightens his shoulder. “You’re right. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“Yeah, you don’t need to apologize for that. I deserved it and so much more after the vitriol I spewed at her.” I grab his hand and give it a squeeze. “Come on. Let’s get to the station so the police can start doing their job. Then you need to get some sleep.”
He laughs. “I don’t know if I can sleep while she’s missing.”
“Well, you’re damn well going to try. She’ll kill you if you don’t take care of yourself,” I tell him, never releasing his hand as I lead him out of the apartment and to my car.
He’s fucking exhausted, wavering on his feet whenever we stop. I wish I could convince him just to stay here and sleep, but I know there’s no chance of that, so I keep my mouth shut. Instead, I make sure his seatbelt is done up before pulling out of the parking lot.
Please be okay, Dani. I don’t know what we’ll do if you’re not.
Chapter Twenty-five
Dani
I’ve spent the last who knows how many hours just randomly driving around. I already had to stop and get gas once. I’d really rather not have to do that again.
I didn’t appreciate the stares and strange looks sent my way. As if they hadn’t ever seen a woman cry before.
Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s after midnight.
Damn.
I didn’t realize it had been that long since I ran away from Maya’s apartment. I’m sure everyone is worried about me right now, but I can’t bring myself to answer their calls or head back to them.
Maybe Maya’s right. Maybe I did bring this on myself, and I deserve what’s happening to me.
But the four of them don’t, so it’s probably best if I stay away. Maybe I can grab a hotel somewhere. With any luck, my stalker won’t have any idea where I am, and I can just hide away.
Or I could call my mom and stepdad. I know they’d love it if I came for a visit, but as soon as the idea passes through my head, I nix it. Going to them would just put them in danger.
No, I need to figure out a way to handle this on my own.
Except I have no idea how to do that.
I’m a camgirl and a college student, for fuck’s sake. What the hell do I know about stalkers except what I’ve read in books?
I know I should have more faith in the police, but my stalker was able to find me after, what? A day?
There were supposed to be officers posted to watch Maya’s apartment. And yet, the package was left.
Hell, they were able to sneak into a building with the best security in the area.
How am I supposed to keep myself safe from someone like that?
I can’t, which is why I’m just currently driving around.
Then an idea hits me—Gary.
My stalker might know we’re friendly, depending on how long they’ve been following me around—but after that very public scene we made, they wouldn’t expect me to go to him, right?
