Page 105 of Playing With Love

Fuck.

I gently moved around people, doing my best not to disturb them while hoping Allyson understood why I wouldn’t be waiting for her when she was done. I made it to the outskirts of the crowd and hit Dylan’s contact.

He picked up after one ring.

“Do you have eyes on Tucker?”

That chill turned biting.

“No.”

“His cell and the car is pinging on the compound. His watch is moving east on Beech Creek Road.”

Without thinking, I sprinted toward Allyson’s house.

“Liza!” Dylan snapped.

Shit. Right. Dylan was waiting for me to say something.

“I’m on my way to Allyson’s to get the car.”

“You should⁠—”

“He’s not here,” I cut him off. “He wouldn’t leave the vigil without telling me.”

I abruptly stopped and blew out a frustrated breath.

“He has the keys to the car.”

I needed Allyson.

I turned and jogged back, nearly running head-first into her as she skidded to a stop.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need your car.”

“Is—”

“Ally. Right now, honey. I need your car.”

“Okay.”

Together we ran back to her house while I listened to Dylan barking orders to someone.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Greg. He’s an hour out but says he’ll be there in forty-five minutes.”

Thank God.

“Is Frank coming with him?”

“No.”

What the hell?

“No?”