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She still couldn’t speak.
But the longer she stood here, the more her shock started to turn to fury.
She’d been on that bridge. She’d been on that soccer field.
“Could you call off your dog?” her father said to Hunter. “I don’t know what you kids are doing, but—”
“Casper,” said Hunter. “Platz.”
The dog dropped to his haunches—but he stayed right in front of her father.
“It’s you,” she said flatly. “I guess we can forget the crabbing violations. I don’t know why I’m surprised. What’s one more lie?”
He frowned. “Becca, I’m not sure—”
“You’re the Guide.”
She’d hoped the accusation would hit him between the eyes, but he didn’t even flinch. He lost the frown, and his eyes hardened. He didn’t look away, didn’t move. “Becca, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did you take out the bridge behind the school?”
He didn’t answer.
Her voice was rising. “Did you attack us on the soccer field?” “Becca, you don’t—”
She stepped closer to him, wanting to hit him. Her voice came out as a whisper. “Did you kill my friends?”
“They’re not your friends,” he said. “Becca, they’re dangerous—”
“You’re dangerous,” she hissed. “They are my friends! You have to—”
“Becca.” Her father’s voice sliced right through hers, and he stepped toward her. “We are in the middle of a grocery store parking lot.” A hand reached out as if to grab her.
Hunter seized her wrist and dragged her behind him. “Keep your hands off her.”
Her father glared at him, but then glanced around the parking lot. They’d already earned a few looks from other patrons. “Becca,” he said quietly. “We can talk about this somewhere else.”
“Unless this somewhere else is where you’re holding Chris and Nick, we’re going to talk about it right here.”
Her father took a step forward—making Hunter take a step back. She was right up against him now, her hands against his lower back, her hands brushing the holster.
I don’t believe in accidents.
She hadn’t even thought it through before her hands were on the gun.
And then she was pointing it at her father.
He went white. At least she had that satisfaction. “Becca—this is crazy. You have no idea what you’re doing.”
A woman screamed, somewhere nearby. A guy was yelling for someone to call 911.
Holy crap. She was pointing a gun at her father.
A father who’d tried to kill her. More than once.
“Becca,” whispered Hunter. He took a long, slow breath. “Give me the gun.”
“Talk!” she cried. “Where are they? Did you kill them? Did you—”
