“Could he have set this up?” Rage is bubbling to the surface. “He’s a football player isn’t he?”
“He is, but I don’t think he had anything to do with this. He likes Daisy.”
I turn and run out the door, heading to my Jeep. I don’t have time to wait on Collin. Dylan jumps in the passenger side without my having to ask.
“Call C and tell him to meet us at Lucy’s hotel.” I toss him my phone. “Then go into my contacts and call Cherese.”
“Who’s Cherese?”
“My lawyer.” I may need her if I get my hands on asswipe.
Dylan frowns but does as I ask. I can hear Cherese shrieking through the phone. If her kids were asleep, they’re probably not now.
The longest drive of my life is going from Daisy’s to the hotel we picked Lucy up from. I hear the sirens before I see the flashing blue lights. There’s two ambulances and my heart stutters. Everything around me goes gray and all I can focus on is the scene in front of me.
“Slow down,” Dylan shouts. “The cops are waving, slow down before you end up in jail!”
Fuck jail. That little fucking asswipe didn’t go to jail for almost killing my girl the first time.
I pull over and an officer approaches. “Sir, we need you to clear the area.”
“No. I’m trying to reach my girlfriend. She came here to drop her friend, Lucy Gibson, off to her hotel. She’s not answering her phone. I’m not leaving until I know if she’s in that ambulance.”
“Lucy Gibson?” His eyes go sharper.
“Yes. She’s in town from LA for a charity basketball game. She and Daisy are best friends. They came to my hockey game earlier but had to leave to get Lucy back in time for curfew.”
It’s a miracle I sound so calm. I’m so close to breaking and screaming at everyone, this officer would be wise to answer my questions.
“Hockey?”
“This is Jonathan Hutchinson, the Raptors newest center.” Dylan leans forward so he can see the officer. “His girlfriend has a stalker who she has a restraining order against. This is the only place we know she was going.”
“What’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“Daisy Canton.”
“Stay here,” the officer tells us.
Fuck that. I go to open the door, but Dylan stops me. “Don’t. I know you want to, but right now, they’re being cooperative. Give them a reason to kick you out of the scene and they will. Just chill.”
“Just chill?” I look at him incredulously. “Would you just chill if it was Jenny?”
“If it meant getting information, then yeah, I’d force myself to chill.”
Ten minutes. We’re sitting there ten minutes. My phone rings and Dylan shoves it at me. Gloria’s name is flashing on the screen. Fuck. How did she find out so fast?
“Hello?”
“Hutch, thank God. Where are you?”
“I’m at Lucy’s hotel. There are cops and ambulances everywhere, but no one will tell me if Daisy is in there.”
“Who’s Lucy?”
“UCLA basketball player in town for the charity game who happens to be Daisy’s best friend from back home. Lucy is the one person who tried to get consequences for asswipe. He might have hurt her or Daisy or both. No one will fucking tell me anything!”
“I want you to stay where you are and text me the address. I’m sending people to you, people who are going to get you some answers. And for the love of God if the police try to question you, don’t say a word without a lawyer. I know you did nothingwrong, but police have a way of twisting things to fit their narrative. Cherise is already on her way there.”
