I tossed Fiona in the passenger seat and locked my doors. My breath left me in short, labored puffs as I dug through my purse and found my phone. Unlocking it with shaking fingers, I called the only person I could think of who would know what to do.
He answered on the first ring. “Detective Santos,” came his clipped voice over the line. I was hyperventilating as I tried to tell him what was happening.
“Jill? You need to calm down, Red. I can’t understand you. Where are you?”
I could hear the roar of an engine starting in the background.
“I-I’m—my house. P-lease,” was all I managed.
I was having a full-blown panic attack now as I struggled to breathe. My lips had gone tingly, and I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore as my vision blurred at the edges. I could barely hear Damon’s voice as I faded out.
“Stay on the line with me, Red. I’m on my way. Jill? Jill!”
I dropped my phone as I gasped for one last breath before everything went black.
The End