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The light behind the window blinds in my office faded slowly. It got dark, enough for the timed lights outside to flicker to life. And that was when the buzz of a motorcycle caught my ear. The sound didn’t belong to Dad’s bike.
“Babe.” I gently shook Bryce awake. “Someone’s coming.”
She roused from sleep, rubbing her eyes. “Do you think it’s them?”
“Don’t know. Come on.” I held her hand, keeping her hidden behind me as I went to the office door. I cracked it an inch, taking out my gun. When the machine came into view, I put it away. “It’s Isaiah.”
“Finally.” She opened the door wider, pushing past me as he pulled into the parking lot.
His face was haggard as he shut off his bike. His shoulders slumped. When he spotted us outside the office, at the base of the stairs that led to his apartment, his frame fell even further.
“Where’s Genevieve?” Bryce asked after he climbed off his motorcycle and walked our way. “Is she okay?”
“She wanted to leave. I drove her to Bozeman.”
“And you left her there?” Bryce’s jaw dropped. “We don’t know who took us. What if he got to her again? He took her from that hotel once, he could have—”
Isaiah held up a hand. “I took her to the hotel and went in and got her stuff. Then I drove her to the airport, waited until her plane took off. She’s on her way to Colorado if she’s not there already.”
“Okay.” Bryce relaxed. “But she’s all right?”
“She’s fine.”
“What happened? Why didn’t you answer?” I asked. “We’ve been calling.”
Isaiah dropped his eyes to the ground, his jaw set tight. He looked awful. More haunted than the first day he’d shown up here, desperate for a job and to get on with his life.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “What happened?”
He didn’t answer. He brushed past us to the stairs, taking each one with heavy footfalls.
“Isaiah,” I called his name.
He paused and glanced over his shoulder. “I got her out of there. Just like I said I would.”
Something else had happened, but before I could ask for more, he was up the stairs and out of sight.
Bryce and I shared an anxious look.
We weren’t going to get any more answers tonight.