Page 40 of The Voices are Back

She was as far from random as she could get.

“Folsom is a hacker,” Morr said, stating the obvious. “But she’s literally got no morals whatsoever. So anything and everything is on the table for her. If she wants you to know she’s there, she’ll let you know. Otherwise, you’ll never know.”

And now her throat was officially burning.

“Stop talking,” I growled, shooting her a glare into the back seat.

She looked out the window, and I could tell she was wondering if she could get out of having me in her apartment.

“Where are we going?” Wake finally asked.

I turned and looked at Morrigan, who wasn’t looking me in the eyes.

She grimaced and twisted the string from her hospital scrub pants in her hand as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“I’m programming her address into the GPS,” came Folsom’s voice.

Since I was looking at Morrigan’s face when she grimaced, I could practically see the inner wince that went through her. She didn’t want me to know where she lived.

That was a kick in the gut.

“See you soon,” Folsom quipped.

With that parting comment, Wake muttered to himself but started to drive to her place.

I turned around in my seat and got more and more concerned the deeper and deeper we went into the bad part of town.

It wasn’t that there were “bad” parts of Accident, per se, but there were definitely some shady ones that I would really rather someone I cared about not be anywhere near.

And when we finally arrived at the location and I saw Morrigan’s apartment, I winced.

“She’s in 4B,” Folsom said. “I unlocked her apartment for you. But don’t doddle too long. Her neighbors are annoying enough that they’d walk right in if they saw an opportunity. Even if you’re in the parking lot.”

With that, Wake turned the car off after pulling into one of the visitor’s spots and we all stared at the building.

“Isn’t this the apartment complex that had the meth lab raided in it last week? I thought it was condemned,” Wake murmured.

I heard the door open and sighed as Morrigan all but ejected herself out of the seat behind me.

“Good luck,” Wake said as he saw Morrigan hurrying—well, hurrying for her anyway—toward the side of the complex.

I grumbled “thanks” and got out, following behind with Morrigan’s bag of belongings fisted in my hand.

When I rounded the building, I saw no sign of her and cursed.

Hurrying more than I was previously, I sprinted to the exit on the side of the building that most definitely should be locked, and ran straight into Morrigan’s back the moment that I pushed through the door.

“Ooof,” I said. “Sorry, baby.”

My hand automatically went around her waist, and almost instinctively, I pulled her back into me.

When I looked up, it was to find two very large Hispanic males blocking her way.

“Please don’t,” she croaked. “I’ve had a really, really bad day.”

Her hoarse, strangled-sounding voice caused the two males to look at her in surprise, obviously not noticing the marks around her throat until now.

They’d been too busy looking at her other attributes, like her unbound breasts in her scrub top.

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