Chapter 42

Several minutes passed. Nessa’s body tensed. She had not connected with Jamison since he had given her the directions to Carson’s Cafe. She had never felt this detached, and this was an isolating, desperate time for him. Being an only child, she had never had younger siblings. Maz was it. The closest she would ever come to a little brother. Now she had no idea what was happening with him.

“Maz,” she murmured. “Where are you? Are you there yet?”

Jamison laid his head against the windowpane. He sighed.

“Maz,” Nessa said through her hologram. “Are you alright? I haven’t heard from you in a few minutes.”

“I’m alright,” he whispered. “Where are you?”

“Bud, who are you talking to?” Trevon interrupted.