The front door bursts open with a near-distant cacophony of noise, just as Cade's phone starts to beep.
"Fuck." He is so still, staring at his phone, and there's something in his stance that turns my blood to ice.
"Boss?" I turn as Con holds out a phone.
I take it, and there's an alarm on my old car, the one I sold to Jack.
Bad thoughts crash into each other.
What the fuck just happened? And why is that tracker still operating?
Con heads for the door and opens it. "I got the car. The crash isn't far from here."
"What—"
"We need to go," Cade grabs my arm.
He is ashen, and I don't want to fucking finish the thought, but I need to.
"Tell me."
"I asked Jack to watch Lola and Lyndall and bring them home when they were ready. He texted ten minutes ago he was on his way, and then..."
I snatch the phone as we get into the car, Con at the wheel. "You activated the old tracker?"
"No, I put one on." He swallows, racing through the neighborhood watches and news posts. "Crash. Car on fire. Not far from the coffee..."
He stops.
"There's a fatality..."
"Who?" I push out as I text Silas.
Me
Accident. Lola, Jack, Lyndall. No news.
Silas
Fuck. Where?
I text him the location.
By now we can see the smoke.
Silas
Be there ASAP
"Male. I..." Cade stops, and he's shaking.
I know exactly how he feels. He has had his issues with his brother. I have too, on his behalf. But he loves Jack, and under it all, Jack is a good guy.
Now he's got his shit together and is in a relationship.
He better be okay. So better be Lola. And my sister.
Because fuck it all, she is my sister, no matter what.
