“It is.”
She twists her wedding band around with her thumb, staring down at it.
When she glances at my dad, recognition passes over her eyes. “Does this have anything to do with what my husband was helping you with?”
My brows bunch up.
I wasn’t aware Indie’s father had filled her in on that part, or his involvement. Harris Kent and my dad bonded on the first day we began our integration into the area.
Both similar careers, both with children they would protect with their lives.
When I say my dad has expert skills in networking, the connections he made through Indie’s dad to add to the operation we have here just proves it all.
He was the one who helped my father link up with other veterans and get them on board with his goal. Dad’s never mentioned whether Harris knew how deep it ran; I don’t think it would have mattered.
My dad subtly nods in response, rising as he takes her hand and helps her off the sofa. “Why don’t you and I go sit in the car, and I’ll fill you in with everything. Regina is already settled into where we’re going, and you can call her if you need to once we chat. These guys need to get to work.”
She sniffs, wiping her eyes. “O-Okay.”
I give my dad a knowing look, which he returns, a silent agreement to keep both of Grace’s daughters’ secrets safe.
Rex helps my dad get Grace out to the car, and when I look down at Dawson, his fingers are flying over the keys of his laptop. He glances up when he feels my stare. “Indie took oneof their old trackers they used during marks with her. Regina’s searching for it now.”
My body reacts before my mind can catch up. My ass is glued to the seat beside him as we watch a map loading, mirroring Regina’s screen from the Pit.
My neck prickles watching the page buffer. If that device was in my hands, the screen would have detached from its base with how long it’s taking.
I know she’s at the manor; it’s the only viable place they’d take her. They have enough security and private land that they wouldn’t be disturbed, and would be able to see us coming from a fucking mile off.
But when the page finally loads, my heart stops.
Time stops.
My lungs feel like a fucking knife’s gone through it.
And for the first time in my life, I’m wrong.
My instincts are so fucking wrong.
The flashbacks of the night that haunts the very depths of my soul blaze violently behind my eyes.
Except this time, it’s not the past.
It’s in real time.
We’re not in our early twenties.
She doesn’t get away.
I don’t get there in time.
She ends up with the same fate as my mother.
Abused.
Dead.
Body discarded like the heart that once beat inside it doesn’t fucking belong tome.
