Cass was always safe. That was the one thing Fallon never had to worry about.
She wasn’t sure that was true anymore.
“I’ll keep digging,” Cassandra said. Steadier now, pulling herself back together. “The electronic trail has more to give up.”
“Okay. Call me the second you have anything.”
“I will.”
The line went quiet. Fallon sat at the table with the phone pressed against her chest and stared at the lake through thewindow. The water held the morning light in soft, flat sheets. But the peace of this place was already under siege.
She turned. Isaac stood in the doorway, barefoot, in sweatpants and nothing else. His hair was a mess and his eyes were alert and the look on his face told her he’d been there long enough.
“How much of that did you hear?”
“Enough,” he said.
She set the phone down. “Evidently it’s some former targets that are pulling the strings looking for Cass and me. They’re organized and hunting.”
He crossed the room and sat down across from her. “There’s nothing that links you to this place. You’re safe here.”
“I’m more concerned for Cass. They know she exists. They don’t have her name or face, but they’re looking. And the search is accelerating.”
Isaac was quiet for a moment. His hands rested on the table, his eyes on hers.
“We’ll figure this out,” he said. “All of us. Together.”
The word sat between them.Together.
Last night it had meant his body against hers, the surrender of sleep, the act of staying. This morning it meant something harder. A promise made with the scope of the threat laid bare on a kitchen table.
Isaac reached across and closed his hand over hers. His grip was firm. Ready.
She held on.
