“Caleb.” Max’s voice was tight. Urgent.
“I just tried calling. There was no answer.”
“My phone disappeared. I’m not sure what happened. But that’s not why I’m calling.” He paused. “Caleb, Millie is missing.”
Caleb’s blood turned to ice. “What?”
“I didn’t hear her leave, but I heard her yelling Biscuit’s name—like she was chasing him. By the time I got outside, she was gone. The back gate’s wide open.”
“How long ago?”
“Five minutes. Maybe less.”
Caleb was already in his truck, slamming the door, turning the ignition. “I’m on my way.”
He threw the truck into Reverse and peeled out of the parking lot, his tires screeching.
He quickly called Sutherland and told him what was going on.
The sheriff promised to be right behind Caleb.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he sped toward the house.
This wasn’t a coincidence.
He knew it.
His gut told him that Garrick was here. That he’d left DC and somehow found Millie.
And Millie was out there alone.
chapter
forty-seven
Millie blinkedas Garrick’s face came into view.
The sharp angles. The familiar lines. The cold, soulless gaze.
“You found me,” Millie whispered, her voice barely audible.
He smiled the kind of smile that had once made her stomach flutter.
Now it made her skin crawl.
“Of course, I found you,” he snapped. “Did you think I was stupid?”
What was she doing just standing here? She need to move. To run!
As if reading her mind, his hand shot out, and he grabbed her arm. His fingers dug into her flesh until she gasped.
Biscuit let out a low growl.
“It’s okay, boy,” she murmured, fearing what Garrick might do to her dog. “It’s okay.”
The dog remained on alert, staring at Garrick. But he made no move to attack.
Fear coursed through her body like ice water as her gaze slid back to Garrick. Bile roiled in her gut. “You have no right to be here.”
