He could only force himself to get up, numb and exhausted, and drive to the hospital. On the way, his mind was so foggy he nearly got into an accident.
Scarlette grew more and more confused. Why did he look so out of it? Something was definitely wrong.
She tried calling Clara to ask what was going on, but the call wouldn’t go through.
*
Clara woke up to the sight of her familiar bedroom ceiling. She was finally home.
She rubbed her temples, slowly sat up, and called out, “Z?”
No answer. She got up and walked into the kitchen. There was a plate of warm food waiting, but nobody else was around.
A note was stuck to the fridge: Had to run out for something urgent. Eat when you wake up.
She didn’t have much of an appetite. It was already three in the afternoon anyway, and she had other things on her mind.
Last night, when she’d been grabbed, she remembered people calling the leader “Timmy.”
Back when she’d been chased to Z’s place, she’d heard that name too—Timmy—and someone had even given her an address.
She’d meant to look into it eventually, but now all the puzzle pieces seemed to be falling into place at once.
Clara pulled out her phone and called Eli.
He’d told her before that he was pretty capable. If she took him along, maybe she’d be safer.
At that moment, Eli was being kept in a room under watch. When he saw his phone light up with Clara’s name, his eyes sparked.
“Let me go—she’s calling me,” he said.
The people guarding him were all business, faces blank. One glanced at the screen, said something to another, and handed over the phone.
Eli took a deep breath and scoffed, but when he answered, his tone was light, almost teasing. “Clara, what’s up?”
“I need you to come with me somewhere.”
His eyes got even brighter. Finally, a way out of this dump. “Absolutely! I’ll be at your place in no time.”
Clara was surprised by how fast he agreed, but she didn’t sense any bad intentions from him, so she just went with it.
“Okay, I’ll wait.”
When the call ended, Eli tilted his chin up. “I’ve got to head out. Clara needs me. Tell your boss.”
He made sure to say “boss” extra loud, treating his guards like nothing more than someone else’s errand boys.
But these guys didn’t react at all. No matter what he called them, they stayed stone-faced, almost robotic. It was honestly boring.
Someone left to make a call, came back, and let him through.
Eli felt a rush of satisfaction and quickly caught a cab to Clara’s place. It didn’t even take half an hour.
Clara was a little shocked to see him show up so quickly. She couldn’t help but ask, “Didn’t Kaitlyn give you guys anything to do today?”
Eli and his brother Seth were basically gold mines for Kaitlyn.
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