Page 134 of Weight of Guilt

“Because if Jacob only dated Nora to get close to Mason, then maybe all of this was a game to him. Why else would he send Nora this picture?”

“I don’t know. It could be a stretch.”

“You’re right,” he said. “It could be. But I’d also like to check it out, just in case.”

“Okay, you do that. But be careful. We’re still headed to his house—we’re about ten minutes away.”

“I’m sending you the address, just in case.”

“Smart thinking.”

He ended the call and nodded toward the door. Wren followed him. He thought about trying to talk her out of coming with him, but he knew it would do no good.

There was no time to waste.

They climbed in his truck and took off.

Wren stared out the windshield, her entire body tense. “What if Mason is there?”

Nash tightened his hands on the wheel. “Then we call it in and wait.”

Wren turned toward him. “Nash, if I see any sign my son is inside that house, I’m not sitting in this truck and waiting for anyone to arrive.”

“I figured you’d say that. Promise me you’ll stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I will.”

“Promise me.” He locked gazes with her.

She didn’t look away. “I promise.”

Chapter

Sixty-Six

Wren spotted the house at the end of a narrow gravel road.

There were no neighboring houses. No cars in the drive. Nothing that said anyone was there.

Nash stopped at the edge of the property and killed the engine.

Before they got out, his phone rang. It was Prine.

“Jacob’s not at his house,” she told him. “His car is gone.”

“I just got to the other location,” he told her.

“Is he there?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Proceed carefully. One other thing. I had one of my guys look more into Jacob. Turns out he does have one relative in this area. Paige Callahan.”

Wren sucked in a breath at the words.

“Roy Callahan’s niece?” Nash repeated, looking at Wren. “That Paige?”

“That’s the one.”