His Word...Detraction

Working Title: His Word...Detraction (Book Two in The Shattered Series)

Release Date: Coming in 2020 EXCERPT ... (NOT YET EDITED, SO PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND) Chase Anderson With the passing of each day, my misery grew. Angel was still missing. We all knew Graham Stone was responsible for her absconding. And we all suspected it was in the back of his best friend, Grayson Thomas’, truck. But neither of them were talking. To anyone. Not even megabucks Webber could entice either of them to say where Angelica was hidden. While I was in the office, the phone rang. My heart no longer pumped with adrenaline before I answered. It had been just over a month and I’d given up on waiting for Angel to contact me. I’d given up on Angel contacting Elaine, too, despite the fact that Elaine was absolutely certain Angel would phone her at some point. But that could be months. Or, God forbid, years. Thinking about this shit is depressing. “Angel Spirit …,” I droned into the mouthpiece, but didn’t even get the full name of my stud out. “I told you!” Elaine yelled ecstatically through the line, cutting me off. For a second or two, I couldn’t even talk, hoping like hell I hadn’t mis-heard her. “Wait …” “Angel phoned! Just like I told you she would.” My hand tightened around the receiver, and I pressed it harder against my ear. “Where, in the fuck, is she?” I bit out quietly through clenched teeth. My first reaction was to drive or fly to wherever the fuck she was, and tan her backside for making all of us worry ourselves sick since she’d done her Houdini act. “She needs us,” Elaine began but my heart was in my mouth. “What’s happened? Is she alright?” I barked out, sitting up straighter than a board in my seat. “Jesus, stop jumping to conclusions and let me speak!” Elaine berated me, losing her temper. So, I remained tight lipped allowing her time to finish what it was she was going to say. “As I was saying … she needs us – no, she’s no hurt or anything, she’s just coming home.” Coming home? Whose home? “Is she returning to the penthouse at Tranquil Gardens?” I asked, but was greeted with a pause that just seemed to magnify until it spoke louder than words. “Elaine?” “Do you think you can leave the stud and come back here?” she asked cautiously, trying to divert my thoughts. “In a heartbeat,” I answered without hesitation. What is it you’re hiding from me, Elaine? “Angel is alright, isn’t she?” I asked again, just for confirmation because I knew she wasn’t telling me something. © Copyright Carol Delmornay 2019. All Rights Reserved. Photo Credit: <a href="https://www.freepik.com/free-photos-vectors/business">Business photo created by pressfoto - www.freepik.com</a>