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“Do we really want to leave the bar anyway?” I asked, getting nervous myself. “If someone in the hotel is a mass murderer or something, wouldn’t it be better to be safe in here?”
Glitter pulled out her phone and began live streaming. “Hey, Galoreans. It’s your girl Glitter. You will not believe what is happening. I’m out with my favorite castmates at Epiphany’s worst bar when an entire bomb squad shows up and barricades us in.”
I hadn’t heard or seen anything that had suggested a bomb squad was here.
Glitter moved the camera to show her followers our surroundings. “Whispers suggest a serial killer. Thoughts and prayers appreciated.”
I stood on tiptoes to try and see past our guard, moving when he moved, to try not to miss what was happening.
A huddle of police walked from the elevators with someone in the center of their mass. Was it a murderer?
I caught a glimpse of a t-shirt. There was definitely a man in there. He had brown sugar hair. My heart shot up into my throat.
“That’s Oscar,” I whispered.
Layana touched my arm and gave me a look of commiseration.
Glitter turned the camera to me.
“Tell the world how it feels to have your boyfriend be detained,” she said, her eyes alight. “Is he a bomber? A murderer? Do you truly know Tristan Hammerface at all?”
I hated being put on the spot. I hated that this was the first time the word boyfriend had come up in relation to Oscar. I hated that the idea of the boyfriend label made me feel itchy. And I hated most of all that my friend would say these things not just to me but to her wealth of fans.
“That’s not what’s happening.” Heat rose up my cheeks. “He’s not a murderer.”
I didn’t want to share this terrible moment with the world. I didn’t want it to happen at all.
“Oscar.”I banged on the glass.
“Are you sure? He doesn’t know who he is, right?” Glitter asked, pushing her phone closer to my face.
“That’s enough.” Layana snatched the phone and turned it off. She shoved her arms out and moved everyone away from me.
My pulse whooshed so loudly in my ears, I couldn’t hear anything else. My vision swirled.
As soon as the doors opened, I raced out after the police, but most of them were already gone.
And Oscar was nowhere to be found.
“Come on.” Layana grabbed my hand and dragged me around the building.
“What are we—” My words were coming out of my mouth, but I had no idea what they were supposed to be. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.
We reached the parking lot.
“You can’t walk to the police station,” she told me.
We reached my car. I tossed her the keys.
“Thank you,”I said as soon as my butt hit the passenger seat.
“That’s what besties are for.”
From the way she kept looking at me, I could tell she had questions she wanted to ask. But she held my hand and drove without asking. Probably whatever she found in my expression made it clear I was in no condition to carry a conversation.
At the police station, I rushed for the desk.
“Hi,” I said to the officer sitting there. “I’m Morgan Montrose. I’m looking for Oscar.”
