“She’s here,” Owen says, pointing out the woman in the long coat.
We leave the woods, sprinting over to the entrance gates as she speaks with the guard in the booth. I can barely stand still while she finishes explaining and gestures to us.
He glances over, giving us a suspicious stare.
She keeps talking, and then the gates start to open.
I dart through the second the gap is big enough.
Jay and Owen follow, and I leave them behind to talk to the detective.
I need to get to Robin. It’s all I can think about.
So, I run, and I don’t stop until I see the cop car.
This is it. This is the house.
It’s white, with a red door.
I march up the path and grab the door handle.
It’s not locked.
I step inside and roar out, “Robin!”
“Falcon!” her voice comes back, full of surprise.
I look around, but I’m not sure where her voice came from.
I’m about to call back to her when I see him.
Her sorry excuse for a father.
He doesn’t look impressed with me, either.
“I should have known you’d find a way to get in here,” Barrister mutters.
“Yeah, you should have. Now, you get to know what it’s like to fear for your life.”
He rolls his eyes. “Please. You’ll be dead in a few minutes. I’ll be around until I’m a very old man.”
“Your security let me in, so I don’t think so.”
I take a step closer to him, and he falters.
Clearly, he thought I’d break in.
Now, I feel a lot better that we waited to do this the right way.
“We can do this the hard way, or the easy way,” I inform him, cracking my knuckles.
He glowers back at me. “I’ll have your invitation rescinded.”
He stuffs his hand into his pocket and brings out a phone.
I step closer, grab his wrist and squeeze until he drops it.
“I don’t think so. I’m in charge now, asshole. Where’s Robin?”
