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“Is anyone else inside?”
Silence. A stone-faced silence.
“Is Hollingsworth home?”
He stared at me with eyes that spoke of a lifetime of experience of keeping his mouth shut.
“Is he?” I asked again.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Nothing.
“I’m going back in that house to find him—”
“Why?”
The question jolted me. There was more than experience in his expression . . . there was a whole lot of hate.
“I have to.”
It was who I was. Hollingsworth didn’t deserve my help, but if I didn’t do it, it made me like him. And I was most definitely nothing like that man.
“Help is on the way. Tell them I went in.”
“He’s upstairs in the study. Third door on the right.”
I nodded and raced back toward the house. Half of the downstairs was consumed now. Hell, I didn’t even know where the stairs were to reach the second floor. This was no small house. The only time I’d been here, I’d come in from the front.
I took one last breath of semi-fresh air and barreled back inside.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness, even as they burned. I bolted past the wall of flames as if they were lighting my path and somehow found the stairs.
I hustled up them two at a time.
The smoke had cleared a little since the fire hadn’t reached this part of the house.
Third door. Third door.
It was closed, and I didn’t hesitate. I threw it open.
Moonlight streamed through the windows, shining right on Samuel Hollingsworth . . . who was facedown on his desk.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Beau
“I just gota call Dad’s house is on fire.”
Teague grabbed his keys off the counter.
“I’m going with you,” I said, setting down my mug of tea.
“You sure?”
The last time I’d been there hadn’t exactly been pleasant, but I wanted to go.
