Page 141 of Tapped

“What the hell’s going on?” Brax demands from behind me.

The line goes dead.

“Fuck!”

I push through the doors not even bothering with the elevator. I race down the stairwell three flights to the parking garage.

“Dammit, Micah. What happened?” Brax bites.

“I don’t know. She said someone was at her car. She panicked and started running. I lost her.”

I hit go on her contact, but it goes straight to voicemail. “You’ve reached Dr. Evita Litchfield. If this is an emergency, please hang up and dial—”

“Dammit. She’s not answering.” I hiss and push the door open to the parking garage in a flat out run.

“I’ll drive,” Brax says. “I’ll call 9-1-1. You call the hospital. There have to be cameras. She didn’t give you any clue who it was?”

“No.” I climb in the car, desperate to find the number for the hospital security.

I put my phone to my ear and tell the operator who I am and that it’s an emergency. At the same time, Brax speeds out of the parking garage as he explains the situation and demands marked units be sent to the location.

The lady asks me to hold—like I have time to hold. I fucking don’t.

The sunny, late-afternoon light hits us as Brax pulls out and flips on his lights and sirens.

34

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

Evie

He was leaning against the tailgate of my SUV when I walked around the corner.

I don’t know him, but I recognized him from pictures.

When we got back from Montana, Micah showed me the surveillance and asked if I recognized him as someone who knew Jeff.

I didn’t.

But I remember his face from those pictures

He was the one that got away.

Him standing by my car was bad news. I ran.

I even kicked my shoes off and was in a flat-out sprint when a car almost hit me from the side. A man jumped from the driver’s seat and ripped my cell from my hand.

He pushed me into the trunk right after he threw my cell and smashed it on the concrete wall of the parking garage.

We took off at a high speed. From what I heard, I’m guessing he broke through the gate at the exit. He certainly didn’t stop to pay the fee.

My head is throbbing where it was bumped on the side of the car. I might be petite, but I’ve never once in my life felt like a rag doll.

Until today.

And I thought my life was out of control when I found out Jeff hired a hitman. I had no idea what it felt like to be unsafe.

It’s hot, and the air is stale. We’ve been driving for what feels like forever. But I guess that would be the case when you’re kidnapped.

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