Cracked After My Fake Death
"PIN's six zeros. Now get out."
My hands trembled as I picked up the stained card and clutched it tightly. It was what I had earned. Leaning against the wall for support, I staggered to my feet and headed out.
At the hospital entrance, craving a breath of fresh air, I bumped into a solid chest. It was Theodore Xander.
"Lindsey, I'm here to pick you up," he said, smoothly guiding me into a black sedan parked by the curb.
He took the driver's seat, looking every bit the polished gentleman in that sharp suit. He was like a knight arriving to rescue me, but his following words plunged me straight into despair. "Wendy got into a hit-and-run last night."