Free Anything For Love by Ashley Corke

Jett
doesn't love you.”
    “Jett saved me, Detective!” I snapped at him.
“He did more than you did!” I knew that would hurt him.
    “Myka -” I cut him off.
    “My name is Karma, Detective. Good day.” I
hung up on Oliver again. My heart was broken. I knew that he genuinely wanted
to help me. Hell. I wanted him to help me. I just couldn't do that to Tylon.
    I ran back out of the store and back to my
cab, the driver taking me back to my simple little cottage. Tylon wasn’t home
from work yet, which was a good thing. He didn't know about my calls with
Oliver and I didn't want him to know.
    I walked around the cottage, thinking to
myself. I loved Jett. I mean he saved me too many times. I couldn't leave him.
I couldn't go back. Yet, here I was, living on the run like a fugitive. I knew
we would have to leave again after that call. We couldn't risk getting caught.
     

Chapter
Twenty-Four
     
     
    About an hour later, Tylon came home and I told
him I wanted to head back to New York.
    “I miss Grandma,” I explained. He studied me.
    “You know that's cutting it close, Kar,” Tylon
told me.
    “C'mon, baby. Please? I miss Gollum, too.” I
smirked then. “And we have yet to do it in the stall.” He laughed.
    “Okay. Okay. For a few days,” he finally gave
in. I hugged him.
    “Thanks, Ky! Can we leave tonight?” I asked
him. He nodded.
    “Let's go sell our car and get a cab to the
airport. We'll fly out this time,” he said. I looked at him.
    “Are you sure that's safe?” I questioned.
    “No, but at least that way we can get there
and get it done and over with,” he replied, shrugging. I nodded in agreement.
We packed our things and headed out.
     

Chapter
Twenty-Five
     
     
    It was a week later and we were at my
grandmother's. She commented on my new look and told me I looked great. I just
kept hugging her. I knew that this might be the last time I would see her. We
spent a lot of time together, while Tylon looked for a job in cities in the
surrounding area. It looked like we might be in New York for a while.
    “Some detectives keep coming up here and
snooping around, Myka,” Grandma told me. I looked at her.
    “Grandma, I changed my name to Karma,” I
reminded her. She laughed.
    “I know, honey, but I can't help calling you what
your mother named you,” Grandma replied. I smiled.
    “Have the detectives been up here recently?” I
asked, changing the subject back.
    “Last week a good looking young man came up
here asking about you. Detective Rogers or Rooster or something like that.”
    “Detective Royce?”
    “That's what it was,” she said. I chewed on my
bottom lip. “I told them I hadn’t seen you since that week you broke you
wrist.”
    “Thanks, Grandma.” I stood up. “I'm going to
go take Gollum out for a ride,” I told her. I walked out of the house, grabbing
my riding boots and walked out to the barn.
    My gorgeous dapple gray horse, Gollum, greeted
me the moment he saw me. I brushed him down before putting his saddle blanket,
saddle and bridle on. Then I climbed into the saddle and we took off into the
woods.
    I figured I would ride to one of the corner
stores in the next town so I could call Detective Royce. I used to ride out
there to get soda and cigarettes when I lived up there, before I met Korbyn.
    It took Gollum and me about an hour to get there.
I had decided to go to another town, where I also knew the storeowner. I walked
in and got Newports and water for Gollum. I gave Gollum his water in a
Styrofoam bowl that I also bought before walking over to the pay phone. I
dialed Detective Royce s number.
    “Royce,” he answered before the phone even
rang on my end.
    “Just letting you know that I'm okay,
Detective,” I said immediately.
    “Where are you, Myka?” he questioned. I rolled
my eyes.
    “It's Karma now, Oliver,” I reminded him.
    “Where are you?” Detective Royce demanded. I
scowled.
    “Around.”
    “Myka, if you don't let me help you, I can't
prevent