“See? Brilliant,” I smile down at her, and her cheeks grow red.
She looks over as Sly starts to set up his new phone. “Can I see the old phone?” she asks, and Jagger passes it back from the front seat.
I watch as she clicks each app, opens it, checks for anything useful, then closes it.
In the contacts app, there’s only one listing. “That’s weird,” I say.
“What?” she asks.
“Why would someone have only one listing in their phone? And it doesn’t even have a name.” It’s just listed asFirst NameandLast Namein the same-named spots.
She clicks the contact. Under the description, it saysGo Here, with an address in Arizona.
“Sly, did you see this?” I ask, and she tilts the phone to him. I see the moment he reads it because he frowns.
“Where was that?” Wren clicks back to show him the listing in the contact book. “I thought that was just how you entered new contacts. I didn’t realize it was an actual listing.”
“See? Brilliant,” I whisper, giving her another squeeze as I kiss the top of her head.
Jagger signs something I think is meant to be a question about what we found.
“There’s a listing in the contact book. It has no name, butwhen we open it up, it saysgo here, with an address in Ashford Springs, Arizona,” I tell him and Dex.
“That’s only a few hours from Wren’s house,” Sly says, looking deep in thought.
“It’s not my house,” Wren says quietly. “At least not anymore.”
“Don’t worry, angel. You’ll always have a home with me,” I kiss her temple, and she smiles up at me before turning back to the phone.
“So what do we do?” she asks.
“I guess the real question is who left us this car and this phone,” Sly says, pushing his hair back from his face and taking a deep breath. “And if they are friend or foe.”
“What could be anyone’s motive to leave all this here if they were your enemy?” Wren asks. “If they wanted to capture us, they could have done it easily many times before now.”
“So you think we should go to that address?” Sly asks, not condescendingly like he usually does. He asks her as if he really wants to know the answer.
“Yes. Unless anyone has a better plan?” she asks, her eyes moving to each of us.
“Nope, I’m game.”
Jagger gives a thumbs up, and Dex agrees, leaving the final vote to Sly. “Okay, let’s get rid of the car and the phone, just to be safe, then we’ll head there.”
Safe.Yes, I need her to be safe.
Waking up and finding her gone had gutted me. I’m hoping the smartwatch will help us keep track of her. So even if she’s in the bathroom, I can stare at the locator on my phone and know she’s still there without busting the door down like I’ve wanted to do every time she goes in there.
I look down at where she rests her head on my chest, my fingers stroking through her silky black hair. She’s so fucking gorgeous it’s hard to believe she has any interest in me at all. I don’t think I’m unattractive, but I’ve been told I’m more awkward and weird than I am appealing.Creepywas the word women used most to describe me, especially when I smiled. Strangely, that just made me want to do it more.
Wren didn’t see me as creepy, though. I could see it in her eyes that she liked what she saw when she looked at me. Maybe it’s because she got to know me first through our letters. But that would mean I wasn’t a psychopathic killer, because there’s no way she’d love me if I were, right?
But if not a psycho, what am I?
Broken.
I frown, unsure where that thought came from. People who kill without remorse are psychopaths, aren't they? And I definitely had no remorse for killing the scum in Radford when I lived with my uncle as a drug runner. I only stopped because I grew tired of it. Repeatedly seeing men doing shitty things, then stalking them until I could take them out, it grew tiresome.
That’s when I moved East to a farm and learned to work the fields in exchange for room and board. It was a quiet, lonely life, but I enjoyed the change. I was there for four years and had no intention of leaving. But when I saw someone in town with the same tattoo as the man who’d killed my friend at eighteen, I had to follow him.
