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“Do you have a computer? I can type one up for you. It’s not rocket science.”

I have seen enough signed confessions before, so I’m able to have one typed up in five minutes. And just as I predicted, April is only too happy to sign—Elliot will go nuts when he finds out. Any good lawyer will get it thrown out of court, but I want to stick it to April.

Maybe this will teach her a lesson.

Chapter 52

The next night, while the boys are in bed and I’m watching television on my sofa, I get the phone call.

It’s Brianna.

“Julie.” Her voice is a whisper. “April is following me.”

Last night, Brianna told Elliot everything. She told me he just seemed dazed. Tried to convince her to get rid of the baby. She told him no, and he said he had to think about it. Obviously, he told April everything. And this morning, she came to my house looking for me, and she ended up running into April and they had a huge confrontation in front of her house.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes.” I hear the screeching of wheels. “I’m driving home and her white SUV is right behind me. I tried to make a few turns down empty streets, just to make sure. She’s definitely following me.”

“Did you call the police?”

There’s a long silence on the other line. “If I call the police, Elliot is going to hate me.”

“Brianna.” I stand up from the couch and start pacing. “You have to call the police.”

“I’m almost home,” she says. “I see a parking spot. I’m going to pull in.”

“Call the police,” I repeat. My knuckles are turning white as I grip the phone. “Brianna, you have to call the police. She’s dangerous.”

“Look, we’re in the middle of the street. She’s not going to do anything to me out here. I’ll be home in a minute.”

I glance out the window. “But it’s dark.”

“I’ll call you as soon as I get inside.”

“Brianna—”

But the line is dead.

I stare down at the phone. I’m itching to call the police, but I don’t know what I would say. I don’t even know where Brianna lives. A woman is being followed by another woman, but I’m not sure where she is. Yeah, they’d get on that right away.

I sit back down on the sofa, but I can’t relax. I keep waiting for Brianna’s call.

And I wait.

And wait.

Thirty minutes later, it’s painfully obvious I’m not going to hear from Brianna. I dial her number, but nobody answers. She never made it home. April got to her first.

I have to tell the police, but what can I say? I wish she had told me where she lived. I get the feeling it isn’t a great neighborhood.

I look in my phone contacts. There’s only one person I could call at this hour who could help me. I select Riley Hanrahan’s number.

I hesitate for a moment, feeling a little awkward about calling him. A year ago, after he helped me get that information about Courtney Burns, I then told him everything was fine and I didn’t want to pursue it further. He realized something was up, and he sent me a few more text messages to make sure I was okay. He even tried calling. But I didn’t take the call.

Still, there’s nobody else I can talk to about this.

“Jules?” His voice sounds muffled. “Is that you?”