“Someone’s at the inn.”
“What the fuck do you meansomeone’s at the inn?”
“I mean someone is at the fucking inn, and Poppy just let her in.”
“Do you recognize the person?”
“No.Not at all.She has blond hair but refuses to look at the camera, so I can’t see her face.Puffy coat makes it hard to see anything else.”
“Is anyone with her?”I asked, desperate to know everything I could.
“Not that I see.”
“Do you have any cameras inside the house?Can you check those and see what’s happening?”
“No.We don’t have cameras inside.”
“Fuck.”I gripped the steering wheel tighter and pressed the gas, needing to get to her faster.
“We can’t do anything for her if we’re dead,” he warned.“We have to trust that it’s someone she knows if she let them in the house.”
“I don’t trust anyone when it comes to keeping Poppy safe,” I answered, letting off the gas because he was right—we couldn’t do anything if we were dead.But I also couldn’t stand the thought that Poppy could get hurt—or worse, killed.
I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding when I finally saw the sign for the road that led back to the inn.I checked both directions before pulling out onto the main highway and taking the turn I needed.
“How well do you know this road?”Gage asked, looking at me with a look I never wanted to see again in my life.His face was etched in worry and fear as anger clenched his jaw.
“Better than I know myself.Why?”
“Because whoever it was had help and they just dragged Poppy out of the house, so you better fucking get therenow.”
My jaw tightened as I pressed my foot to the pedal and prayed that we could get to her before it was too late.
Thirty-Three
Poppy
