Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 812

A smug smile crept onto her face, and she didn’t even bother to hide it.

“Simon, I’ve been moving up while you’ve been stuck in the same place for ages. Didn’t you say you were going to take Clara and start a new life somewhere else? So what happened? Haven’t gotten around to it? Or is it just that you don’t have a chance—makes sense, since you can’t even get into Palm Bay anymore, and you’ve pretty much lost your voice in the Ferguson family. Lately, the old man can’t get enough of Dylan—amnesia or not, Dylan’s clearly his favorite now. The rest of you? Just background characters.”

Her words landed right where Simon was most sensitive.

Simon’s face flushed, a wave of humiliation washing over him.

But he and Megan were in this together; no need to blow things up.

He swallowed his anger and forced his voice to stay steady. “I asked you here because I wanted to know if you found anything new in Palm Bay. Remember what I said—if we could pin Clara’s boyfriend’s death on Dylan… Did you find anything? Even the smallest lead?”

Megan’s lips curled into a slight smile. Of course she’d found something, but why should she share it with him? Wasn’t he always the one who looked down on her?

She took a slow sip of coffee, then stood up. “I haven’t found a thing. Let’s not meet again. I thought you might have something useful for me, but it turns out you’re just here to dig for my info. I’m not about to put myself at risk—Clara still trusts me, and I plan to keep it that way.”

She moved to leave, but suddenly everything went black. She nearly collapsed, grabbing the edge of the table for support, staring at Simon in disbelief.

“Are you out of your mind? Did you drug me?”

Had Simon really hit rock bottom? He’d actually put something in her coffee—was he that desperate?

As she started to lose consciousness, Simon’s voice drifted over, soft and almost calm.

“You said Clara still trusts you. If I kidnap you, she’ll come to save you. That means you’re my best shot. Megan, you should be grateful you’re still useful—otherwise, I would’ve gotten rid of you a long time ago.”

His face twisted with a crazy sort of satisfaction. He slammed a cup down, itching to call Clara right then and there, wanting her to come running.

He took a shaky breath, his expression dark as he stared at Megan’s unconscious form, a cold smile on his lips.

*

Clara woke in the middle of the night to her phone ringing. This time, it was Richard.

“Simon’s lost it. He’s kidnapped Megan—he wants you to come save her.”

Clara thought she must have misheard. Simon?

She sat up slowly, hand pressed to her injured shoulder. “He kidnapped Megan?”

“Yeah. He called me himself. I guess he figured out I’ve been meeting with you. He’s probably been stalking you outside Palm Bay, following your every move.”

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