Page 148 of Call Back

“No. Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

He ran a hand over his head. “Magnolia. Please. I’ll tell you everything after this is done, but I need to make sure you’re safe.”

I had two choices: trust Colt to handle this or possibly risk both our lives. “Okay.”

He grabbed my arms and gave me a hard kiss on the lips. “Keep your purse and your gun with you. Keep your phone in your hand. I’ll let you know when it’s safe.”

“Colt. Be careful.”

“I will. Now go out back inside.” He guided me back to the opening to the room, and I let him push me inside.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down to see I’d gotten a text with a photo.

The photo showed my magnolia necklace in the foreground, and there in the background, sitting at a table here at the fundraiser, was me.

No words. The photo was enough.

The serial killer was here. I had to find Brady.

I scanned the room and spotted him sitting next to an older woman. But before I could push my way toward him, I came face-to-face with Belinda.

“Magnolia,” she said, her usually sweet countenance gone. “We need to talk. Now.”

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