Alex nearly burst into tears when Turner actually picked up. “Stern,” he said, his voice flat. “Turner, I need your help.” “What else is new?” “Can you come get me?” “Where are you?” he asked. “I’m not sure.” She craned her neck, looking for a sign. “Darien.” “Why can’t you call a car?” She didn’t want to call a car. She didn’t want to be near another stranger. “I … Something happened to me. I need a ride.” There was a long pause, then sudden silence, as if he’d turned off a television. “Text me your address.” “Thanks.”
