My shaky hands twist off the cap of the tube of benzodiazepines pills. I place one on my tongue before swallowing down hard, glaring at the girl in the mirror - the last ten years make their back into my memory.
"Seattle why would you go there?" He asked.
"it could be Washington or Boston...who knows," I told him.
"But I don't understand" Harry admitted "you are at the top of your class at Oxford University, why would you go to the states and become a cop?"
I sighed "You don't need to understand it, Harry"
He smiled "One day I will find out all your deep dark secrets Isla," he said playfully.
"And why would you want to do that?" I half smiled with fear in my voice.
"How else will I understand what makes you tick?" Harry shrugged.
"Believe me Harry you don't wanna know" I shook my head.
The substance rushes to my head as I feel my phone buzz from my pocket.
Immediately I press my cell phone against my ear.
"Yeah" I rub my forehead.
"Isla Mills it's Charlie Fuller" he greets.
"Who?" I raise my brows as scratching the back of my head.
"Your husband's attorney" he specifies.
Will this guy ever leave me alone? I swear he's called me like one thousand times in the last week alone.
"What do you want?"
"You missed the court date" Mr Fuller says slowly.
Of course, I did.
"I'm in New York on business" I shake my head.
"Where in New York?" He asks.
Why does he care? Is he going to try to track me down again?
"Manhattan" I roll my eyes "What do you want?"
"I'm sending one of my associates to Manhattan to give you the papers" he announces.
I'm not even surprised at this point. He needs to give up.
"That's not necessary Charlie" I sigh.
"Yes it is" he insists.
I grit my teeth in frustration. Oh it really isn't.
"Tell him that I'm not signing those damn papers!" I end the call furiously.
Suddenly I hear rummaging outside the door. why is it trouble always comes my way?
I pull out my Glock 22 from beside me as walking towards the door in my black tank top and underwear.
You can never be too careful. I open the hotel room door slowly as my heart rate increases.
"Fuck" he cries.
"It's you" I roll my eyes as taking a few steps back.
Only Elijah. Looks like he decided to take me up on my offer.
"Who were you expecting a hitman?" Elijah hisses.
Oh boy. Piece of shit looked into me.
I roll my eyes. "You read my file" I walk through my hotel room.
"Having a friend in the FBI is good like that" he clenched his jaw.
"So you called Kyle to check me out but you didn't ask him for my favour" I raise a brow.
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Chasing Isla ✔
ActionAfter witnessing her boyfriend being murdered, fifteen year old Isla Mills instantly becomes his killers next target. With the help from the FBI, she is able to fake her death and join the Witness Protect Program along with her deceased boyfriend'...
