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“The boys, Nick, Tobias, and Caleb?”
He just shook his head, but it wasn’t convincing. I looked at the mess on his shirt. The smear was too big to be just a cut…but a stab wound? “Whose blood is that, Creed?”
He didn't answer.
“Creed.” Terror moved in, clenching my belly, making my mouth dry. “Tell me now.”
I grabbed my phone, thumbing the screen, but he lashed out and snatched it from my hand as he stabbed the button for his window.
It was gone before I knew it, sailing through the air to hit the road behind us.
“What the fuck, Creed!”I screamed, shoving up in my seat.
“You don’t need it.” He clenched his fists around the wheel and kept driving, taking us where, I didn’t know.
I snapped my gaze to him. “What do you mean‘I don’t need it’?”
He just drove, pushing the Mercedes harder as we took corners, the tires squealing. I shoved my hand against the seat, pushing myself as far away from him as I could. “You’re scaring me.”
“You’ll understand,” he said, and braked hard.
I searched the street, seeing a large metal warehouse hurtling toward us, the towering security gate open, the roller door already up.
“Tell me what’s happened. Are they in there? Is Tobias in there?”
“Yes,” he answered. “They’re waiting for you.”
I was desperate to call them, desperate to understand as the car hit the entrance and headed to the open door of the warehouse. Darkness swallowed the car, blinding me as Creed switched off the engine.
I had no choice but to follow as he yanked open his door and climbed out.
“Nick?” I called, stepping out.“Tobias?”
My head still throbbed, but fear burned inside me as I left the car door open. “Caleb…Caleb, where are you.”
“In here, Ry,” mom called.
“Mom?” I surged forward, searching for her in the dark.
Something shifted in the shadows, black on black.
“Over here, honey,” mom called, tearing my focus to the left. I moved carefully forward, still not seeing well in the darkness. “Mom, what’s going on?”
“It’s okay,” she said as she stepped forward.
But she didn't open her arms to hug me. Instead, she just stood there, her arms by her sides, gripping her phone in one hand.
Creed’s footsteps rang out as a chill raced along my spine. I glanced at my stepfather as he stared at me.
“We had to come back early,” mom said, her gaze fixed on me.
“We left you messages,” I started as she lifted her hand.
“We know,” Creed admitted. “But we were…busy.”
The blood smear on his shirt drew my focus again.
“We were sent a recording, Ryth,” mom murmured as she swiped her thumb across her phone's screen. “A disturbing one. One that will confuse a lot of people, and ruin our plans.”
