“Four days ago, Candace booked a private jet to South Carolina,” Murphy blurted. “We haven’t been able to track her once she landed.”
“Southeast,” I croaked.
“It very well could be a coincidence, but you know as well as I do that coincidences don’t happen. Not when Candace is involved.” Murphy ran his fingers through his hair. “Princeton is getting things settled at Wyndemere, and then I’m going to meet him in South Carolina. We’ve got a few leads that we need to track down.”
“If Candace doesn’t want to be found, then you know you won’t be able to track her,” Creed sighed. “You need more people. You need me to help you, but I don’t think Jada is going to let me out of this bed for a while.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Well, forgive me for wanting to keep you safe and comfortable after being shot two times,” I grumbled.
Murphy shook his head. “In your condition right now, you’d just slow us down. Rest and heal. Someone needs to stay out of danger so at least one of us is standing in the end.”
“Not funny,” Tatum pouted. “I still think everyone needs to find an underground bunker and just hang out in there for a couple of years after we find Leo and Apollo. The psycho people you guys associate yourselves with are exhausting,” she sighed.
“If you need me, you know you just have to call,” Creed reminded Murphy.
Yeah, that was not going to happen.
Murphy’s phone rang, and his eyes lit up when he looked at the display. “It’s Apollo.” He connected the call and put it on speaker. “Apollo!”
There was static on the line. We could hear Apollo talking, but it was too broken up to understand what he was saying.
“Apollo,” Murphy called again, his voice urgent. “Where the hell are you?”
“Char–ton,” came the fragmented reply.
“Charleston?” I guessed, looking at Murphy for confirmation.
Murphy nodded, his face tense with concentration. “Apollo, are you in Charleston?” he repeated, hoping for a clearer response.
There was more static, and then Apollo’s voice came through, slightly clearer. “Yes... Charleston... need help...”
My heart sank at the desperation in his voice.
The static cleared, and Apollo’s voice came through again. “They took him. They took Leo.” A loud snap of static followed. “They got him, and I don’t think he has much time.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Leo
Fuck.
