I feel Luke’s eyes on my back, but I don’t turn around. If I do, then I’ll do something stupid like run into his arms and never leave. Plus, I don’t think I could handle the look on his face.
Entering the cold, I pull my coat tighter around my body and realize that I only have one glove on.
At the SUV, Cassidy holds the rear passenger door open for me. I slide into the back seat while Huntley buckles his seatbelt in the driver’s seat. When Cassidy gets in the passenger seat, Huntley flips on his lights and merges into traffic.
The little card I dropped in my purse the other day is easy to find, and I dial the number.
“Hello?” The man I’m trying to reach answers.
“You’re going to regret taking me on as a client.” I blow out a breath.
“Well, if it isn’t Savannah Foster. What have you gotten yourself into now?” His tone is playful, but I don’t think it’ll stay that way for long.
“I didn’t take your advice.” My eyes flash up and briefly connect with Huntley’s in the rearview mirror. His face is hard. I would bet big money the angry look is etched permanently in his skull.
“You wore white after Labor Day,” he deadpans.
I squint. “What? That’s not what you said.”
“Joking,” he snorts. “Wait…Are you with Travis Huntley?”
“Yep.” I pop the P of my answer.
“I’ll meet you at the FBI field office.” I hear a rustle of fabric as if he’s changing his clothes.
“Sounds…Actually, one sec.” I tilt the receiver away from my mouth. “Where are we going?”
“Green Haven,” Cassidy replies.
My stomach hardens into a tight ball, and I stop breathing. The rushing of my blood resounds in my ears, and everything around me fades away.
“Did he just say Green Haven? As in Green Haven Correctional?” Rio’s question barely registers.
I can’t go to Green Haven. I won’t.
I can’t face the man I haven’t laid eyes on in years.
My father.
CHAPTER 10
SAVANNAH
The hard brick red chair I’ve been sitting in for the last twenty minutes or so is starting to make my butt hurt. The plain beige walls are making my eyes cross, but there’s nothing to look at in here. Or even do for that matter. On top of that, I had to surrender my purse and warm coat to a prison guard.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Rio says to me for the millionth time. He’s not happy about what I’ve agreed to do for the FBI.
On the hour-long drive to Green Haven, Cassidy explained to me the wall they hit in the investigation. He said that they know for sure that the recent murders are from a John the Baptist copycat. The murders haven’t held to the same time frame as the originals.
The BAU believes that the copycat is a white man in his late thirties or early forties, he’s educated, and he’s obsessed with my father. They also said that they wouldn’t be surprised if the copycat has had some kind of contact with my father.
My father was fixated on religion and the Bible for as long as I can remember. He had a quirk where he had to open and close a door seven times before he could exit a room. He was veryparticular, and things had to be a certain way. If my father were mentoring the copycat, he’d be furious with the deviation from the original time frame.
Cassidy said that they tried contacting my father, but he refused to talk to them. After their third attempt, he finally said that he wouldn’t talk to anyone but me.
I finally turn to Rio and respond. “I know.”
Cassidy and Huntley have been speaking with the warden in his office since we got here. And when Rio arrived, he tore into Huntley. I thought the last time was bad, but that encounter was nothing compared to today’s.
