“Logan I’m so sorry to bother you,” she’s crying.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m in a bar somewhere in town.I drank too much because everything is fucking shit, and there’s some guy following me.”
My grip tightens on the phone the moment she says that, and of course I think of Billy.
“Was it Billy?” I ask her.
“I don’t know who Billy is.”
Shit, of course she doesn’t. I never gave her his name.
“The man from the convenience store.Is it him?”
“I don’t know. He’s wearing a hood.I don’t know if it’s him or someone Riley sent.He’s having me followed.”
Jesus Christ, what the fuck?
I don’t even know why I’m still standing here.Does it matter who’s following her?What matters is she thinks she’s being followed and if she can give me the description she’s given it’s enough.
“What bar are you in?”
“I don’t know. I left the first bar because he was watching me and went into this one.”
Great. “Where’s the first bar?”
“I think it was Corey’s.”
“You went drinking by yourself?” It’s odd.She would never do that
All I hear is sobs. “Everything is shit, Logan.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming.”
“I--” the line cuts and when I try to call her back, I’m met with her voicemail.
Then I’m met with the sharp gaze of the woman standing before me.
“You’re going to get her? Really?” Monica asks.
“Yes that is what I’m doing.”
“You’re going to drop me again, for her?”
“It looks that way.”
“I’m not doing this again. No more.” I allow her to have the last word, given the fact it’s me who’s the asshole.
When she doesn’t move though I see she still has some hope that I’ll say something to counter her words and keep hope alive for our relationship.
I don’t have time for this so I move, jump in my car and speed away.
There are several bars in town so it’s going to be hard to find Quinn.Knowing she’s probably near Corey’s though helps so I start calling the bars on that road hoping the bartenders might have seen her.
Success comes with the eighth phone call.She’s in Harlan’s Cup.
When I get there I look around the place.It's packed and loud.