“I’m glad to hear it. Keep me posted with what you two get up to.”
We say our goodbyes, and I toss my phone along the couch. My eyes feel like weights are attached to them, each blink making it harder to open them again.
Avibrationonmylap stirs me awake, and my eyes rapidly blink at the glow from the screen, temporarily blinding me.
Shit, I must have dozed off after Mom called, and it’s dark outside.
Watching the same image for hours on end gets real boring, real fucking quick.
I grab my phone from the side of the sofa. It lights up to show me it’s 1am. I glance over my shoulder, seeing the hue from the upstairs light shining down the hallway.
Something flickers in the corner of my eye, and my head snaps towards the laptop.
Shit.
Someone’s at the cabin.
I shift up to sit, crossing my legs as my eyes blaze at the footage.
The feed wasn’t great to begin with, and now with the added darkness and rainfall, I’m not getting the clearest of views. At least it’s good enough for me to see if Callum gets out of this vehicle.
Someone steps out of the dark SUV, and sure enough, a towering figure stretches out.
Christ, he’s jacked.
Even from far away, he looks like a mountain of muscle.
I don’t know if my years of training could put up against that wingspan he’s sporting. He’d definitely be someone I’d need to shoot a drug-filled dart at to disable, like a damn wild animal.
I make a mental note to ask Regina where we could source such a contraption.
My eyes narrow at the screen, and my heartbeats are pumping wildly, waiting for John to reveal himself in the shot.
He walks around the car, but it’s too distorted to make out a single fine detail, the front porch security light hitting off his side profile.
What I can make out is that he’s dressed completely in black, even down to his boots that make him seem menacing, blending in with the shadows.
He reaches in the backseat, and I lean forward, anticipation spreading through my chest. My fingers grip the side of the laptop lid, the warmth of the processing units heating my skin.
Come on, please let this be the kid.
If it is, I’m dragging Regina out there with me. We need to grab him as quickly as we can. Who knows when we’ll have another chance?
I’m doubting this guy has a regular pattern if he knows his ex is looking for him, but the fact there’s another life at stake here, I’m willing to break our usual precautions. Especially with them being gone for days already.
My shoulders slump when he shuts the door, slinging a duffle bag around his shoulder.
“Fuck’s sake,” I hiss, but then he heads around the other side. I can’t see what he’s doing from this angle.
The SUV’s lights flash as the screen glares red, telling me he’s locked it.
My spine steels straight as I stare wide-eyed, my fingers itching to cross together in hopes that I’ll get the moment I’m waiting for.
But it doesn’t come.
John walks past the car, head tilted down on his phone whilst swinging his keys in the other.
Smug prick.
