Chapter 210

Hudson's POV The SUV raced past the Highrise City limits sign. The back tires spun up dust as we swerved onto the gravel shoulder, then straightened out back into the lane. I hadn't looked back after the cops showed up at The Corner Table. One phone call was all it took to get that photographer tossed in the back of a patrol car. At first, I figured Christina's phone had just died. Then every call went straight to voicemail. By the fifth try, I'd told Gino to head straight for Sunset City—no flights this late, and I didn't want to wait. Dominic had told me the event organizers weren't answering, probably all asleep by now. Their PR line sent everything to voicemail. I tried the hotel next. Turned out LGH owned the place, and Dominic managed to get the manager's number. I was reaching for the hotel phone when mine lit up. Ysolde's name on the screen. "Christina said her phone got stolen. She'll text when she can. Don't freak out." I texted back: "Got it, thanks." I sank back into the le