Chapter 3

Brad’s heart squeezed in his chest. It…it couldn’t be, but it was. He nearly stopped breathing.

Jeff frowned. “Hey, Callahan, isn’t that the mystery writer guy you read? He looks like the photo on the back covers.”

Somehow Brad found his voice, though it came out weak. “Yeah, that’s him. Justin Lowe.”

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Brad stared at the closed doors leading to the intensive care unit. He was shaking all over and couldn’t seem to stop. Had been since seeing Justin lying in the wrecked car, pale and bleeding. Near death.

As soon as his shift ended, Brad changed into jeans and a blue polo shirt and came straight to the hospital where Justin had been taken.

He hadn’t even known Justin was in California. Didn’t his biography on both his books and website say something about upstate New York?

God, Justin.

“Brad, what are you doing here?”