Charlie was on his feet, ready to leap into action, much like he’d done when Josh had been pacing the doctor’s office, waiting for the doctor to say what Dad’s diagnosis was.
“Did Liza say what the plan was? In fact, call her,” Josh demanded.
Taylor came up to him, stared him in the eyes, and said, “You need to calm down. I’m going to put the thumb drive in Candace’s desk drawer. Then all of us are going to leave.”
Josh swallowed hard. “I’m not leaving. I suggest both of you leave.” He pulled out his car keys. “Taylor, take Charlie. My truck is on the third floor of the parking garage across the street. It’s a Toyota Tundra, dark blue. The GPS has the directions to the Redwood Cove Inn. Go there and give Charlie to Drake.”
Taylor reared back. “You can’t stay here by yourself. You can hardly hear. You need someone to have your back.”
Josh laughed, mainly because she was right, especially if he wigged out like he had earlier. Then he was no good to help anyone.
Josh glanced down the opposite hallway. Suddenly, he had an idea.
