Chapter Thirteen
Running interference for Charlie was proving to be a lot more time-consuming than either Leah or I had imagined, we mused as we checked our missed messages.
One text in particular caught my eye: YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO SAVE YOUR FRIEND, ARIANNA, BUT WILL YOU BE ABLE TO SAVE YOURSELF? Well…crap. Apparently this person wasn’t a member of the Arianna Jackson fan club after all. I handed my cell to Leah after she tucked Nicoh into the back seat.
After reading it, her mouth formed a thin line. “Call Ramirez—now.”
She drove as I dialed, putting my cell on speakerphone. He picked up on the first ring and after a few niceties, I filled him in on my latest mystery text.
“Darn it, AJ,” he growled, once I had finished.
“Tell me about it. Was your contact able to come up with anyth
