My whole body was frozen stiff. It took a while before I could even form words.
"I got into a fight with my boyfriend. No, wait. My ex-boyfriend. He kicked me out of the car and drove off in it. My car."
That Mercedes was a graduation gift from my parents.
After Leo and I got together, I saw how miserable his daily subway commute was, so I let him borrow it.
That was a year ago.
I could let go of the fact that he'd abandoned me on the highway. Fine. But my car? What right did he have to take my car?
The officers ran the plates and got ahold of Leo, telling him to bring the vehicle to the station immediately.
He told them he was already home and that he'd return the car after the holiday.
I almost laughed from the sheer audacity.
His hometown was still three hours away from here. There was no way he'd made it home that fast.
He had no intention of giving my car back.
The officers frowned. They called him again, warning him that if he didn't bring the car in immediately, there would be legal consequences.
Leo hung up on them. When they tried again, the phone was off.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm.
Leo Sullivan, you just wait.
This holiday is going to be hell for you.