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“Yeah?” I ask, meeting his warm eyes.
“Fuck yeah,” he replies, giving me a small nod. “I couldn’t think of a better person to spend Christmas with.”
My breath gets caught in my throat as I whisper, “Ditto.”
Feeding quarter after quarter into the phone we found off some deserted strip has my guts churning with dread. I haven’t spoken to Tabitha for days, and although I know Quinn has filled her in on the events when I was unconscious, I’m frightened she’ll be no closer to finding a way out for us.
“Hello, Bobby Joe’s. This is Tabitha. How may I help you?”
A longing hits me so hard that finding my voice takes a minute.
“Hello?” Tabitha asks while I remain mute.
“Hi, Abi,” I finally manage to choke out.
A stunned gasp greets me, and then I hear muffled noises as if she’s walking, and I know she’s going somewhere private.
After a minute, she says, “Oh, Mia, I miss you. I’m so sorry. Quinn told me what happened.”
I cut her off, not wanting any sympathy. “I miss you, too. How are you?”
Thankfully, she takes the hint.
“I’m okay. I’m just worried about you. And Quinn. He’s in a lot of trouble for what he did,” she adds, the concern clear in her voice.
“I know.” I sigh, looking at him. “How bad is it?”
“Well, the fact he pulled a gun on you and took you hostage has shifted things a bit.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, watching Quinn roll a rock under his boot, totally undisturbed by our conversation.
“Don’t be mad,” Tabitha says, and I instantly freeze.
“What are you talking about, Abi? Why would I be mad?”
“Well, with the stunt he pulled and being on the run while wanted for murder, my dad has pulled some strings, and well, he has pushed that you both get the death penalty if found guilty.”
I pull the receiver away from my ear. Surely, I haven’t heard her correctly.
Quinn is beside me in an instant, his eyebrows raised in question. But I don’t have the answers until I find out what the hell is going on.
“Death penalty?” I spit, my voice rising in concern. “Please explain why your dad thinks that’s a good idea.”
As I see Quinn’s mouth pop open, I calm down—only just.
“In most circumstances, Canada will only allow extradition if the person won’t receive the death penalty. My dad had to push for that sentence so you can stay in Canada. Even if the Canadian police capture you, you’ll be safer in Canada than you would be here.”
“How so?” I question.
“Well, seeing as you’re dubbed Bonnie and Clyde by the press, they’re out for blood.”
I rub my temples, my head about ready to explode. “So I guess this is good news?”
“It’s as good as it gets for the moment, I’m afraid. Dad has ensured me that you’re safe in Canada, but make sure you keep a low profile.”
I close my eyes and sigh, sick of all the hiding. “We’re nearly there. Dad said it’s only a matter of time. They’re building a strong case against Phil, and my dad said they should close in on your dad in the next few weeks.”
“Thank you so much, Abi. Hey, what does your dad do?” I ask, realizing I never once asked how he could pull all these strings.
