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“Find the safest place andpull over,” Lo forces out. “They’ll run you both off the fucking road.”
“I’m going to pull over,” Lily says shakily.
“No, please,” Luna nearly cries. “It’s Boom Box.”
Shit. Fuck.“Stay in the car,” I tell them.
Lo is glaring at me. “Boom Box?”
“These two paps—”
“Mom, wait,” Luna interjects again, her breath hitched. “Is this…?”
What is it?
I don’t wanna be here. I don’t wanna be stuck in this office. I need to find her. Now. Lo has the same idea, and we’re already deserting his office with lengthy, scorched strides. Bypassing the small lounge of couches and chairs, we exit through the front door, and the Philly sidewalk is strangely empty of cameramen, of fans. Dark clouds rumble in the sky, and the world feels on a tilt.
Off-centered.
Rain begins to pelt the asphalt and us. No jackets, but Lo parallel parked his Bugatti close. Quickly, he’s behind the wheel, and I’m in the passenger, shutting out the rain. His light brown hair is damp, droplets soaking his long-sleeved black shirt, and I run my fingers through the strands of my hair.
Lily and Luna haven’t responded in at least a minute.
Lo starts the car and glances at the phone. “Lily?”
“I’m trying to get out of here.”
Where the fuck are they?“Where’s here?” I ask.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three.
“I sent you a pin,” Luna says, her voice abnormally pitched. “We can just stay parked, right?” It sounds like she’s asking her mom.
My phone buzzes.
I put the location in my GPS, and Lo takes off. Reading the address, I know where they’re stuck: a cut-through skinny road that must be blocked by something. If paparazzi are behind them, they’re not getting out.
I ask for Frog again on comms, and this time, she hears me.
“Frog to Donnelly, we’re meeting our clients at Putt Palace.”
“Reroute,” I say quietly into my mic and text her the pin. “Luna and Lily are in trouble. Paparazzi. I sent you their location.”
“Got it.” Her voice is tight.
“Tell the temps to follow,” I remind her.
“I’m on it.”
“We’ll be fine,” Lily says with shallow breath. She’s consoling her daughter, and I want to be there to do the same. I grip my knee as we speed in the direction of this small cut-through road. We’re fifteen minutes away from them without traffic.
“Lock the doors,” Lo says, a death-grip on the wheel. “Just wait in the car. We’re coming to you.”
“Security’s on their way too,” I tell them. “You alright, Luna?”
