Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Caleb had one word to describe the tour-insanity. Jasmine's new celebrity had crowds swarming wherever they went. It was a damn good thing Carson had reached out to the police departments in each city, gotten a contact and set it up to hire off duty cops as needed. The band was practically wetting itself, they were so over the top about it. And maybe because of that, and because Jasmine was the key, they had appointed themselves her extra protections. Wherever she went, they went, even if they did nothing else but take orders from Caleb.

They had hit their third stop before the first sign of trouble showed its head.

"Sorry to bother you this, early, but the bus is fucked." It was six in the morning, they were due to leave at ten and Gary was on the phone with Caleb. "The driver's losing his shit."

"What's the problem?" He was glad his training had taught him to come alert in seconds.

"It's the engine. Someone put sugar in the gas tank and it gummed up the engine."

Shit!