Chapter Fourteen
“Have you lost your freaking mind, Decker?” Anna yelled at the phone.
“I’m just a messenger here, Goodwin. Let’s not get nasty.” Decker’s voice was sharp.
Anna huffed out a breath. “It’s just been a rough day.”
“Unfortunately, it’s about to get a lot worse.”
Decker clearly wasn’t one for doling out sympathy.
Anna scoffed as she maneuvered her massive vehicle through rush hour traffic. “Well, they can’t charge him with murder when they haven’t found a body—“
Decker interjected, “Actually, surfers found a body in a cove a couple of miles over from where Blaze’s crew has been filming. It hadn’t been there long—”
“Oh, God. They found Bryce.” Anna fought to keep the vehicle in the lane as tears threatened the corner of her eyes.
“Not Bryce,” Decker replied. “He’s still
