Page 56 of Fated with my Ex's Brother

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I stare at him silently, knowing I canqt answer the ’uestion.

2Aair enough then, 2I whisper. 2Thanks for talking to me, though.2

2?ook, Nick, Iqm not trying to be a hater, but it does raise suspicions when you wouldnqt say why you ended things, even to her. It makes no sense, buddy. Thatqs all Iqm trying to say,2 he concludes as he walks away.

I shake my head as I watch him walk away.

It's going to be a long day for me.

I get into the car, and I drive oj to asonville Street. I drive around the neighborhood looking for anything suspicious. The area is usually peaceful, and there is hardly any report of any criminal being caught in this part of town. I park the patrol car at the end of the street and place my head on the steering wheel to get some rest to reduce the intense headache that seems to be aring up.

2He advised. This is a 9:;9. The suspect is currently on asonville in a black and blue Yustang.2 The radio scanner in the car establishes, bringing me out of my trance.

10-16?

A stolen car?

I rub the sleep away from my eyes.

When did this happen? How long was I out?

?ittle did I know that my decision to rest my eyes would turn into a full hour;long nap.

Suddenly, I see the Yustang pulling up in the street neBt to where I am currently packed. I try to turn on the carqs ignition to block the suspect out before escaping, but I canqt -nd the keys. Fhere did I put themz I ’uickly scan the car with my eyes and donqt see the keys. I check the dashboard, cup holder, and oor but canxt -nd the keys.Goddammit! This man is going to get away.

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I ’uickly call in for backup, and in no time, the suspect is surround; ed by the police. Thatxs the beauty of a small department' o"cers are available for backup on the y.

Efter the suspect has been caught, I discover the keys in my breast pocket while heading to my car.

Jeez!

How fucked up am I?

I can't continue to live like this.

I genuinely do not remember putting the key in my breast pocket.

Et the station, the chief calls me to his o"ce and scolds me for almost losing a suspect. I canxt tell him that I couldnxt -nd the car keys. I !ust have to apologiUe and tell him it wonqt happen again.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, and Iqm back home in my empty bed, feeling uneasy and restless. I continue tossing around the bed, but sleep wonqt come. I give up and head to the kitchen to eat something. Yaybe -lling myself to the brim will knock me out.

Suddenly, my phone rings.

I hurried from my kitchen to grab the phone in my bedroom. I am shocked to see Isabelqs name pop up on my screen.

Why is she calling me?

Is there something wrong?

Did she find out about Louis?

I am very hesitant to pick up the call. Hut how will I know her reason for calling if I donqtz

Just pick up the call, Nickolai!I charge myself.

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