Chapter 15 Liam
Liam
The second I hung up with Forest, I knew the clock had started ticking.
Jenny watched me from across the booth, Poppy leaning against her shoulder with wide, tired eyes. I didn’t say anything yet—not until we were back on the road.
But she read my face anyway.
“What did they find?” she asked.
I looked at Poppy, then back at Jenny. “He was close.”
Jenny’s hand tightened around her coffee mug. Poppy went still beside her like she already knew what that meant.
“Close enough to see us?” Jenny asked, her voice thin.
“Close enough to know the truck,” I said. But my brothers are now driving the truck. I’ll call and tell them what is going on.”
And there it was—the flicker in her eyes. That mix of fear and anger that came from being hunted when all you wanted was a normal life.
I hated seeing it.
Hated him for putting it there.
“We leave in ten,” I said, sliding out of the booth.