“What are they involved in? Do you know?”
“I don’t know for sure. But it’s bad. Criminal. The kind of thing that gets people killed if they talk too much.” Sissy’s voice cracked. “And I just know they’ll see Grace as . . . as an asset. Something they can use. I don’t know how, but I know they want her. And when they’re done?—”
She didn’t finish.
She didn’t need to.
Micah’s mind worked through everything she said.
If the Hardings had connections to people who operated outside the law—people who’d do unsavory jobs for the right price—then everything that had been happening started to make a different kind of sense.
“Naomi.” Sissy leaned closer to the glass, her eyes desperate. “You have to keep Grace away from them. All of them. Don’t trust Dale. Don’t trust Linda. Don’t let them get close. My baby’s future depends on it.”
