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"A car will be waiting to pick you up."
When we ended the call, I took another look in Cassie’s direction, indecision still filling me.
"Less than ten minutes until the interview starts, Savannah," Lucas prompted.
His words stirred me into action, but as I rushed over to Queens of Heart, my excitement had definitely waned.
I just hoped she’d be able to stay safe… and if not…
I paused on the sidewalk outside Queens of Heart and I called Conor.
"Conor, can you find Cassie’s bank account?"
His tone was derisive as he muttered, "I found that during my initial sweep."
"Can you transfer ten thousand dollars into it?"
"Why?"
"She’s taken off."
"Want me to find her?"
I hesitated because I wanted to say yes. It was on the tip of my tongue, but… "No. She wants to do this, and I have to respect her wishes. But I want to help her. The first thing she’ll do is clear out her account, so this way, she’ll have enough cash."
He grunted. "That makes no sense. She’d be safe with us."
"I know."
"Rachel sent me an email and told me that she doesn’t want to press charges."
"She’s too scared."
"Illogical, but I get it. Does she know we can have him killed in jail?"
Annoyed, I sniped, "No, Conor, I didn’t tell my friend who’s been a victim of domestic abuse that we can do things like that. I didn’t feel like terrifying her even more."
Not yet, anyway.
I’d been building up to it.
"Maybe if you had, she wouldn’t have run."
"Not helping."
He sniffed. "I think it’s dumb you let her run."
"I can’t imprison her at the apartment," I rejoindered. "She could have run at any time. At least now she has a head start. Her husband is locked up for the next two days. She could leave the country by the time he’s out."
"True."
"I hate to ask because I know how busy you are, only… I can’t stop her from running, and I can’t stop her from doing what she thinks is right for her, but—"
"I’ll check in with her every now and then."
"Would you?" Gratitude flooded me. "Thank you, Con. Truly."
He hummed. "No problem. Transfer sent."
"I’ll pay you back later."
"Don’t worry about it. You stopping by Aoife’s place?"
I thought about the extra workload I’d put on his shoulders and offered, "Want some apple pie?"
"Please."
"Consider it done."
It was the least I could do.
