Chapter Sixteen
I pressed redial until my finger was numb.
What had happened to my friend?
Who had she been running from?
Was she okay?
As if her spidey senses had intervened, my phone rang again and I immediately picked up.
“Where are you?”
“In the janitor’s closet,” came a whispered, labored response.
“What’s going on? And what can I do?” I began pacing…worried that things with Bonnie hadn’t gone as well as planned and now my friend was on the run.
What had she done?
“I think I’ve lost them,” she replied after a moment of shuffling, still whispering, her breathing only slightly more under control.
“Lost who?” My voice was higher than usual though I’d noted, I was now, for whatever reason, whispering too.
“The dudes following me from Chicago.”
“From Chicago?” I blinked. Had I
