Split (Split #1)

Split (Split #1) by Elle Boyd

Book: Split (Split #1) by Elle Boyd Read Free Book Online
Authors: Elle Boyd
Ads: Link
If you can’t tell him about Luke, that’s your choice... but I think he at least needs to know what’s happened with Dr. Johns. He needs to know about the medication.”
    Claire closed her eyes. Sarah was right, but it felt like so many lies on top of lies now--she worried that telling Dylan any of the truth might open up a floodgate between them.
    “I’ll think about it, okay? I just need to get a grip on what’s happening first. I need to find out as much as I can before I explain everything to him.” It was true. Dylan would go nuts if he knew she might have been given a dangerous pill by some criminal. There was no telling how he would react. He was so protective over Claire, he was liable to hunt down Dr. Johns or her staff himself if she didn’t have some solid information for him.
    On top of all that, she still hoped she could work everything out herself and never have to tell Dylan anything.
    “Don’t you think he’ll find out about it? They’re covering this on CNN, Claire...”
    “Dylan lives under a rock when it comes to the news. I probably have a couple of days before he hears about it. I hope I do.”
    “Okay, well then you better come up with some answers quickly. Do you have any contact information for anyone else that worked on the study? Maybe some of the students didn’t know what they were getting into? They might want to help everyone who was affected, or be able to lead you in the right direction.”
    Sarah’s practical nature was annoying when Claire was being impulsive... but extremely useful at times like this.
    Claire grabbed her cell phone and started scanning the contact list. She vaguely remembered getting the number of the clinic’s receptionist months ago. Dylan had needed her to help him with something at work, and she was worried she’d miss her next appointment. She scrolled until she found the right name: Stacey Nevlin (study receptionist). Looking at the number, Claire suddenly remembered how reluctant Stacey had been to give it out. Claire hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but now she wondered if it was because the entire staff had been told to uphold this ruse. The thought made her blood boil, and made the prospect of calling Stacey up sound pretty unpleasant.
    What other choice did she have, though? She left the contact page open on her phone, and promised herself she’d call first thing in the morning. She spent the rest of the night tossing and turning in Sarah’s bed (Sarah had insisted on letting her take the bedroom, hoping that maybe it would help her get some real sleep.)
    She drifted off for forty-five minutes at most. When she heard Sarah’s coffee maker purring at 6am, it was almost a relief. She was ready to start this day, and to hopefully get some answers about Dr. Johns.
    Sarah had to rush to work, but told Claire to call her if any information surfaced. She also told her that she should really go home and start explaining things to Dylan as soon as she felt up to it.
    The phone rang twice before going straight to voicemail; Stacey was probably screening her calls after the news release last night. Claire knew it was a long shot, but she didn’t have a lot of options. She took a deep breath and left a voicemail:
    “Hi, Stacey. This is Claire Lyons from the sleep study with Dr. Johns. I don’t know what’s going on, but I did hear about what happened to the clinic on the news last night. I am just trying to get some answers, and your number is the only one I have. If you could please, please call me back I would really appreciate it. Thank you.”
    She waited on Sarah’s couch for twenty minutes, staring at her cell phone like a girl waiting for a boy to call after a first date. The phone never rang, but it did finally beep. A text message from Stacey: Meet at 87th and Amsterdam, 11am.
    As if things aren’t already creepy enough, Claire thought. She considered the text for a moment before responding: Okay. She knew this was quite

Similar Books

Mercy F*uck

K. S. Adkins