Just as I was getting out of the shower, my phone rang again. I strode naked across the room, scooped up my phone. I smiled as Nik's name flashed on the screen.
"Hey, Cricket, -"
"Excuse me, can you tell me who belongs to this phone?" a man asked.
My back went ramrod straight. "A woman, about five-eleven, twenty-five, red hair, hazel eyes. Where are you that you have her phone?"
"I'm standing next to her body on the street. I used her fingerprint to unlock her phone and dialed the last number."
"Why is she in the street?" I shook my head, that wasn't important right now. "Give me your address. Now."
"It looks like she was run over, man. I don't know. The corner of High and Washington. I need to call 911."
Fuck. I wanted him to stay on the line with me. "Do that. Then call me right
