He stares in the distance. “Then what?”
“She looked scared getting in his car.”
“You could’ve fucking called me,” he snaps.
“I did, but you were preoccupied.”
His jaw clenches. “Where did they go?”
“To his house.”
Theo doesn't respond right away.
He stands at the counter, looking at the space between us. Then he walks past me and smacks the back of my head.
"Fuck—"
He reaches into a cabinet and pulls out Cody’s laptop.
"Let's go."
He drives.
I take the passenger seat, watch the city move past the windows, and say nothing for the first four minutes because Theo is running something and interrupting it costs more than it buys.
Then I say, "Have you noticed Silas has been out of the loop?"
Theo shrugs. "Not worried about it."
"I think that's your problem."
"You think." He changes lanes. "Doesn't mean it is."
I let it go. Not because he's right, but because this is not the moment to fight about Silas. Silas is a problem for a different hour. Right now, we're moving through Sunday evening traffictoward a girl who got into a car looking scared, and I did nothing but follow them.
Judge Ravenshaw's house takes twenty minutes.
The gate is closed. The drive is empty.
"They're not here," I say.
He's already pulling away.
We drive our happy asses back to Elm Hall.
Her Range Rover is in the lot.
We both see it at the same time. Theo slows. We scan the lot for Cody's car, but it’s not here.
I'm out of the passenger seat before Theo has fully stopped moving.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I was just up there," I say. "I'm going to check."
"Beck, you—"
I close the door.
