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Desperate men did desperate things.
Arthur was just going to make certain one of his girls didn't get caught in the middle.
“The girls' juststopped,”Geena said. “The dot isn't moving, Arthur. They are just outside of town. And the dot isn't moving.”
“Google what's in that location now. See if they stopped at a store or a gas station.” Four girls in a car on a long road trip meant restroom breaks. Lots of them.
Arthur still had nightmares about long car rides with four young girls. Bickering and whining and just driving him crazy. Damn, he loved those girls so much.
“There is a restaurant there now, it looks like.” Some of the tension in her voice lessened. “Maybe they are eating now.”
“It makes sense.” And those little monsters of his had apparently had more money between them than he had realized. Of course, they had. Dylan never did anythinghalfway.”We'll catch up to them, Geena. I promise.”
“When we do, I'm grounding them for life.”
That wasn't going to happen. They knew that. Arthur had come to the realization on the drive to get them. His girls were adults now. They deserved the world. And not to be kept hidden from it any longer.
It was time the runningstopped.Time the truth came out. Time his girls got what he had wanted from them all along.
“Wait. The dot is moving again.” Geena said. They were in a rental truck now. He'd sent her in to rent it, under their current aliases. He was too distinctive, and Arthur knew it. And there were BOLOs out for him. He'd heard one on the radio as they were driving. As well as a news bulletin delivered by the radio DJ on duty tonight—his eldest daughter Darcey. She’d signed off with an angry promise—that if herfatherwas listening, he was going to get what he deserved.
But they didn't have his current name, thankfully.
They were probably giving Sutton a real case of fits, the way he was such a stickler for therules.Arthur had to admit Sean Sutton was the least annoying of the marshals they'd worked with. And... “Honey, call Sutton. See if he can give us an update.”
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Dylan knewwhat she was doing was probably the stupidest, most dangerous thing she had ever done. But she honestly didn't have much choice. Devaney was in trouble. Her sister.
And the keys were right there. On the dash. That was just crazy. What kind of a place was this? Was the owner of the truckshoutingout that it was right there to be stolen or something?
Divine intervention, maybe. The truck was there—because sheneededit. It was a way to get to Devaney.
She slipped open the door. Climbed behind the wheel. She adjusted the seat quickly. Whoever owned the truck had to be ninety feet tall. Dylan grabbed the keys and found the right one.
The truck purred to life.
At least whoever owned it took care of it.
She was going to seriously make it up to them someday. Somehow. If she wasn't in jail anyway.Or dead. Those guys had had guns. They’d probably kill her—but she had to get her sister back. No matter what. Maybe she’d just be a distraction, and Devaney could get away then.
She thought about calling 911, but her parents had said cops in this county were dirty. They probably wouldn’t helphisdaughters at all.
She backed the truck out of the drive, hoping no one inside noticed. All she needed was a way into town. Or south of town, really. She'd laughingly put tracking tags on all three of her sisters’ bags once. And their phones all had GPS tracking on them. Cell phones she’d bought them for their birthdays, and paid for with money she’d made designing websites online. Cell phones their parents still didn’t know about. She would check her cell phone when she had better signal.
She was holding out hope that Devaney still had her cell phone in her bra. They all carried them there. So their dad and mom wouldn’t see.
Dylan knew something bad was going to happen to her sister if she didn't find her fast.
Dylan knew how to track that cell phone in the family app, too. They’d laughed and joked and then hidden their phones from their dad, so he wouldn’t get nosy and want to see who they talked to.
Not that they had a whole lot of friends. Just a few they had met in online classes and had to collaborate with sometimes for school.Everyonehad had cell phones. Except them. She had been so tired of her sisters doing without things because of their dad.
But now? Now she wished her Dad was there right now.
He would know how to get Devaney back. He just would.
All she had washope,right now. And a stolen truck.
