The Fix Read Online Mia Sheridan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 128083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
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“A do-over? What? No. Why? What does that even mean?”

“He emailed you. Cyrus Sanders. He sent you a note to your campaign email and told you he was your son.”

Hollis squinted and brought a hand to his forehead. “I thought that was a prank. I get a lot of those. Mostly people looking for money. I ignored it.”

Well, that part was true anyway. She knew because Rex had told her. But hearing it from Hollis, and learning of the way he’d simply brushed it off, made her want to scratch his eyes out.

She took a step toward him, hands fisting by her sides. “Somewhere, in the back of your egotistical head, you must have wondered if that was really your son reaching out to you. He asked for help. Even if you didn’t want to connect yourself to that boy, you could have called and told me. You could have forwarded the email to me. You could have done something.”

“Again,” he said, “I don’t respond to pranks.”

“Because of your negligence, he was kidnapped. He could have been killed.” Her words were measured, but her blood chilled as she spoke her deepest fear. That she’d have been too late in saving him. That she’d have had to watch her son die, the same way she had her mother and sister.

Cami’s statement made Hollis pause, his expression speaking of what she judged to be honest confusion. “Kidnapped? What? By who?”

“The police are investigating. They don’t know.”

Hollis tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment before looking at her once more. “Well, hopefully you’ll get that cleared up. There are a lot of sickos out there. But it has nothing to do with me.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “Now, Cami, it’s been interesting, but I’ve put up with enough. My fiancée is waiting for me, and I’m in the middle of a significant campaign. I don’t need this.” He dug in his back pocket and brought out a wallet and removed a stack of bills. “Here,” he said, grabbing her hand and setting the money on her palm. “There won’t be more where this came from, so don’t even try it. I have a cadre of lawyers who would enjoy nothing more than ruining you. And, Cami, I’d advise you to stick to your word and not involve me in more of this bullshit. I won’t have you derail me from my plans like you tried to do before I left for Princeton. You can’t possibly imagine the stress I’m under.”

Then he stuffed the wallet back in his pocket and left.

Cami stared at the open door he’d just exited through for several moments. She honestly didn’t know whether to find something to throw or to laugh.

You can’t possibly imagine the stress I’m under.

No, Hollis, I couldn’t possibly.

She stepped over to the counter and put the money there, hoping the janitorial staff would see it as a tip and take it. She wanted nothing to do with Hollis’s attempt at a payoff with what looked like under two hundred bucks.

She left the dressing room and walked downstairs, bracing to run into Hollis or Seraphina again. But the auditorium was mostly empty, only a few remaining loiterers and staff who were cleaning up.

She made her way to her car and then sat there staring out the windshield, going over her visit with Hollis, and parsing through the things he’d said. There was no question about the fact that he was still self-involved, but his reactions had seemed legitimate and somewhat easy to read.

He’d confirmed that he’d been the one to receive the email and had ignored it. If only he’d had the decency to forward it to her, she might have done something before a kidnapper took Cyrus and put him in danger.

She could have answered his cry for help.

Someone had done something, though, even if it was after the fact. Someone had given her the necessary information to free her child.

If it wasn’t Hollis, then who? And why?

Chapter Forty-Four

Rex stood at the front door of his grandfather’s house and looked around. Updates to the flooring and the appliances and many other things needed to be made to bring the place into the current decade. But he’d cleaned out, packed up, and recycled, and that morning he’d made six trips to the Goodwill. There was a single box of photographs and odds and ends that he was going to take to his mom later.

It was good enough, he figured, for someone to see the potential and not feel overwhelmed by the amount of work involved in making the house into a home.

His work here was done.

And yet, it also wasn’t. He’d offered to help Cami go through the files she’d taken from her father’s house. And there was still a lot of information to sift through. But even that would only take so long. A week, perhaps, if they worked on it each evening after Cyrus went to bed.


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