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Weston opened it. “Little Isaac!”

“Why don’t any of you answer your phones?” Isaac exploded.

I looked at mine. I had several missed calls and text messages from Isaac.

He stormed into the room. “I had an emergency!”

“Did Minnie not accept your invite to the middle school dance?”

“He’s in high school, Parker,” I said irritably. “Isaac, what is it? We are in the middle of something important.”

“I think I just saw Dad.”

“Holy smokes! Where?”

“One of you better go get him!” Crawford yelled through the phone.

“He was at the Grey Dove Bistro,” Isaac said in a rush. “I saw him through the window. At least, I think it was him. But he left before I could get a good look. He jumped into a car and took off. I don’t know where he went.”

Shit.

“Meg. He went after Meg. Crawford, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Don’t you dare—”

I hung up on him then hit Meg’s name on my contact list, pacing while I waited for her to answer.

“Hunter, I—”

Her phone went dead.

Fuck.

“I need to go.”

75

Meghan

“Hunter?”

“Guess again.”

“Leif.”

“She is smart after all,” he said, taking a flashlight out of his pocket and shining it in my face. I winced against the bright light.

“Get out of my house,” I ordered.

“Make me,” he said in a mocking tone. He screwed off the top of the flashlight, setting it like a lantern on the side table in the foyer.

I backed away, trying to figure out how to escape the house. All the doors and windows were boarded up, though, and Leif was blocking my only exit.

The upstairs. Hunter had snuck in through my bedroom window on many occasions, thanks to the large tree just outside of it. If I could get up there, maybe I could escape.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm and rational. The stairs were at the other end of the hallway. I just needed to get there. Slowly. “What does it matter to you if I take more information? It’s not like I have any more money. I’m flat broke—thanks to your son, I might add.”

“Of course Hunter screwed you over,” Leif said bitterly. “He screws everyone over. What did he promise you for dealing with me? Hm? Was he supposed to pay you? Give you a car? Marry you? You were in cahoots with him this whole time.” Leif sneered at me as I took a slow step back. “My worthless sons. I did everything for them, yet they eat me out of house and home. They’re disrespectful. They fight constantly.”