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Of course he would’ve. Fucked-up people did fucked-up shit like let innocent people get dead.

“Grab his phone.”

My phone was pulled out of my back pocket.

“Let’s go.”

“Whatever you want, Tate.”

The man smiled.

“Never thought the day would come. After all these years, what are the chances? It’s like fate.”

The guy was giddy. He certainly knew me. The problem was, I didn’t know him.

Special Agent Mitchell.

Yeah, we fucking missed something.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

It was finally Allyson’s turn to speak. Her death grip on my hand loosened but I held fast.

“I’ll be right here when you’re done.”

She sniffed and nodded. “Okay.”

I let go of her hand and watched her take the microphone. Not that it was needed, everyone was standing close, listening carefully to every word the person speaking had to say with somber respect. Even though the atmosphere was subdued there was still laughter when someone mentioned something funny Beatrice had said or done. She was well-liked, and because of that it was going to cut deep when these people learned she was helping Mackenzie distribute drugs and it ultimately led to her death.

I took a quick glance around in search of Tucker, not seeing him but locking on Mackenzie. I followed her line of sight to the darkness beyond the courtyard. The sun had set over the western mountains, making it impossible to see the houses in the shadows. No one left lights on, and with the candles illuminating the area, I couldn’t see what she was looking at. I was taking another look around trying to locate Tucker when my phone vibrated in my front pocket.

Maybe that was him telling me he was headed to Tate’s. I pulled out my phone, silencing the vibration as I looked at the screen.

Not Tucker, Dylan.

I sent the call to voicemail and since my phone was in my hand, sent a text to Tucker asking him where he was. Before I could put my phone back in my pocket a text came through.

Dylan: Call me.

I looked at Allyson wiping the tears from her eyes as she continued to talk about her friend.

Me: Two minutes.

Where the hell was Tucker?

A new text immediately appeared.

Dylan: NOW!

A chill slithered down my spine. My gaze went back to where I last saw Tucker.

Not there.

I looked back at Allyson.

I promised her I’d be here waiting for her.

No Tucker.