I couldn't tell if he was sad or confused.
Or a dangerous cocktail of both.
"So we're going to go home..."
I felt like he was in a cycle and repeating himself.
"And you're going to fix it."
He reached his left arm down and pulled out a beer can.
Where it came from, she didn't know, but it was in his hand, and he took his other hand off the wheel to pop the top.
I put my hands over my belly and closed my eyes.
I wasn't someone who prayed a lot anymore. I'd done my share and then some as a kid, but God never answered me, but I started praying again in that passenger seat, hoping for a miracle, but how was Logan going to find me?
LOGAN "THIEF" ZANE
The call I was waiting for turned my whole day around.
They'd pulled the images from the security cameras at the hospital.
It was grainy AF, but they saw the car she'd gotten into.
And the license plate.
I got the information and more.
They were hot on the trail of that car, and I joined in on the chase.
It was her ex-husband, Kent.
Okay, so the final divorce hadn't gone through, but he'd taken Arlys and that just might end up with him face down in an unmarked grave.
I could do that to him and not lose any sleep.
I might just do it if I got to him first.
The road he was on was an old one, straight from Jackson Ridge and off along the old Route to the next town.
He didn't know where he was going, not really.
If he did, he wouldn't have picked a straightaway with no off-ramps or places to hide.
He probably hadn't planned this.
Running off of emotions.
That made him dangerous.
I thought about what Arlys had told me. He didn't seem to care about her or her health. He seemed to care about the judge deciding to take money from him to pay for the baby.
But he'd only be on the hook for that money if they were divorced.
If she wasn't living with him.
Yeah.
