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A sob escaped her. Maybe he couldn’t hear it over Andrey’s loud voice. Or everyone having to yell at Mr. Spain because he couldn’t hear them.
God, she hoped so.
A ping on her phone told her someone was at the gate. Hope flooded her before she realized that Spike would just drive in.
She frowned as she saw a strange car at the gates. Spike would kill her if she let someone in who she didn’t know. It was a large car. Was it someone coming early to the hunt? But most people knew the code.
Then her gaze zeroed in on the person in the front passenger seat.
Was that . . . was it . . . Andrey?
But why would he be in a strange car?
The passenger door opened and Andrey stepped out. She immediately opened the gate remotely. What was going on?
Why wasn’t Spike driving them? Where was he?
A knot developed in her stomach and she rang Spike’s phone again as she made her way around to the front of the house.
It went to voicemail.
Where are you, Daddy?
The car had stopped and a stranger was opening the trunk.
“Hello!” she called out.
“Ahh, Millie!” Andrey cried, opening his arms wide. “We are here! Safe and sound.”
“Safe, yes,” Reverend Pat muttered as he climbed out of the back, then turned to help Mrs. Larsen.
Mr. and Mrs. Spain got out from the other side.
“But some of us are not so sound,” Reverend Pat added.
“Ahh, old man.” Andrey whacked Reverend Pat on his back. “Do not be so hard on yourself. Not all of us can be as good up here as me.” He tapped his head.
“That’s not what I meant,” Reverend Pat said. “You tried to get us here by hitchhiking.”
“What? What is wrong with that?” Andrey asked.
“Guys,” she said, trying to catch their attention. They could do this for hours if she let them.
And she needed to know what had happened.
“It’s dangerous,” Reverend Pat said, his face growing red. “We could have been killed.”
“Pfft,” Andrey said. “As if I would allow that to happen. I could kill this man forty ways with my bare hands. No problem.”
The driver paled.
“Wait. You hitchhiked here?” she asked.
That feeling of dread in her tummy grew.
Where. Was. Spike?
“No, we did not,” Reverend Pat said as the man finished emptying his trunk. “We got an Uber.”
