Page 42 of Malice
It’s bad. I’ve been keeping my eye on seismic activity after the freak London quake.
That tracked. California was pretty synchronistic with earthquakes. I’d heard people reference how ‘the big one’ was overdue more than once. And with the way Cole loved his research, it made sense he’d fixate on something like that.
C:
Most of the West Coast is gone. Whole towns obliterated like Pompeii.
Jesus. I knew it had to be bad, but the entire coast? Just wiped away? My brain couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.
Me:
But you were spared?
C:
I fled before it happened. I just had a gut feeling and packed my stuff as quickly as I could.
Me:
You actually left your house?
C:
It was between agoraphobia or survival, I chose to survive.
Me:
Where are you now?
C:
I have a lakeside cabin in Illinois. It’s the safest place I could think to go.
I blew out a breath I wasn’t aware of holding.
Me:
Yay for investment properties, I guess.
Me:
Seriously, though. I’m glad you had somewhere safe to flee to.
C:
It’s hard to feel good about it, honestly. A lot of people weren’t as lucky.
Me:
That’s your survivor’s guilt talking. I’m not going to feel bad about being happy you’re safe.
C:
You shut down your site.
That was an abrupt subject change. But I supposed he wasn’t eager to let me back in after I closed the door on the possibility ofmorebetween us.
Me:
