Daniel drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to focus on the music pouring from the speakers rather than his thumping heartbeat. Ella shouldn’t have gone up there. This was a mistake. He could feel it in his bones.
The hope had been for a solution to come to them on the drive over, but upon arrival, they’d drawn a blank, and after sitting on the street for twenty minutes, Ella had grown frustrated and stormed up to Jasmine’s apartment to give her one last warning and “put an end to all of this”. David Youngstone had said they needed to do something different, but Daniel was pretty sure this wasn’t it.
He leaned to the side, peering up at the building. Then he spotted Ella, exiting the bottom of the staircase and storming across the grass toward him, her dark hair bobbing with every angry step.
“What happened?” he called from the window.
She ignored him and returned to the passenger side. “Nothing,” she said, yanking open the door and climbing in with far more aggression than was necessary. “We can’t help her. We might as well go.”
“We can’t just give up.”
“What are we supposed to do? Hang out here all night and make sure no one murders her? If she sees us loitering, she’s gonna call the cops.”
“Well, do you blame her? I told you not to go up there!”
“At least I did something. You just sat here like a useless lump. What are you even good for? I can’t believe I almost had sex with you.”
“You haven’t come up with anything either. And believe me, the feeling is mutual.”
“Well, you’ll be rid of me soon.”
He sighed, resting his forehead on the steering wheel.
“You know that’s not what I want.”
“Me neither,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“Then stop the bullshit. We know what we have to do.”
“Talk to Noland? I did. He was up there.”
“What?” Daniel flailed in his seat. “You saw Noland?”
“Yeah. He came upstairs because Jasmine was yelling at me. I told him only he can save her now.”
“But did you tell him not to go to Pasadena? And about Bumbles?”
“No … We already talked about this. You can’t just go up to a stranger and tell him not to go to Pasadena.”
“That’s why you should’ve mentioned Bumbles! It’s his cat! Only he’d know about his cat. What if Bumbles was the key?”
She threw a finger in his face. “Why don’t you go tell him about Bumbles? I’m sick of looking like a crazy person.”
Daniel forced himself to breathe. She was right. He was failing to do his part. They’d gone over every scenario in the past few weeks, trying to think of a way to intervene. So far, they’d come up with two ideas. Starting a small fire outside the building to hopefully draw the authorities and deter Jasmine’s killer was the first. The second was to attempt a mild fender bender with Noland, stalling him long enough to ruin his plans in Pasadena and keep him in Los Angeles for the evening.
Obviously, both of those plans could result in life-ruining consequences, and they’d already seen from their dealings with Jasmine how unwilling people were to listen to strangers who popped up out of nowhere claiming to know the future. Daniel didn’t blame them. But he also wasn’t okay with failing the mission.
“David Youngstone chose us for a reason,” he said. “We can’t just give up.”
“Fine,” Ella said. “You go talk to Noland, and I’ll lurk in the bushes and watch for anyone who looks like they might be in a murderous mood.”
“And what’ll you do if you see someone?”
“I wasn’t being serious. Do you really think I’d crawl around in the dirty bushes?”
“Come on, Ella, the past few weeks have led up to this. Please help me think of something.”
“Why won’t you go talk to Noland?”
“I will. I’m just trying to think of the right approach.” He chewed his lip as they sat there in silence, the minutes ticking by. Then, it happened. The first raindrop, falling from the cloudy sky and landing on his windshield. Then another. Then hundreds.
“The storm,” Ella said. “It’s starting.”
“We’re running out of time.” Daniel let out a slow breath. “Okay. I’m gonna go find him—shit!” He threw himself forward, eyes wide.
“What?” Ella followed his gaze to see Noland coming down to the street. He turned in the opposite direction and headed toward one of the cars parked up the road.
“He’s leaving,” Daniel said. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“He’s going to Pasadena!”
“Okay, we have to do something.”
“Get out!” Ella shoved him toward the door. “Now! Go! Run!”
Daniel opened the door and stumbled out, falling to his knees on the wet sidewalk. By the time he was on his feet, Noland was already in the car with the engine running.
“It’s too late. He’s going.” Daniel jumped back in the car and put his seatbelt on. “We have to chase him.”
“Chase him?”
“Yeah. Maybe we can approach him wherever he stops. Maybe he’ll need gas or something.”
“Hang on,” Ella said, popping her door open. “You go. I’ll stay here.”
“Why?”
“Someone has to make sure Jasmine’s okay.”
“But what are you gonna do?”
She shrugged and made a face. “Hide in the bushes?”
“Okay,” he said, looking ahead to where Noland’s car was pulling out into the street. “I’ll text you when I get somewhere. Remember—if she’s still alive after the storm passes, she made it.” He gave Ella a firm nod and started the engine.
He made it to the end of the road just in time to see Noland’s car make a right on the next road, which led to the freeway. This was probably the most important thing he’d ever do. Failure wasn’t an option.
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