Page 140 of GAF Factor

The plane exploded and I grinned, opening the door to the minivan and leaning against the frame. Rae narrowed her eyes at me from the other side of the van.

“Did you plan that?”

“Plan what?”

“To blow up the plane?”

“Is that what happened?”

“What about the money?”

I walked around to the trunk and pulled out the blue bag Fox had left at my house, then tossed it on the seat and unzipped it, showing her the seven hundred and fifty thousand inside. “You mean this?”

She shook her head in confusion. “How the hell did you pull that off?”

When I got inside without a word, she shook her head.

“Nope, you’re not getting off that easy!”

“Should we leave them here or take them home?” I asked, jerking my head toward Fox and Dash.

“IKE—”

I spun the wheel and turned us around. “What the hell, let’s leave them here.”

34

ISLA

My nail was chewedto the quick. How much longer were they going to be? I couldn’t stand the thought of waiting for even one more minute. IKE said he would let me know as soon as it was over. I glanced at my wristwatch and sighed.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” Riley said, flipping a page in her magazine.

“That’s not even a possibility. This house is made of thick wood.”

“Yeah, about a hundred years ago.”

I sighed, sitting heavily on the bed, making her bounce. “I just wish he would call.”

She flipped another page. “He will. When he’s done.”

“That’s not good enough!” I shoved both hands through my hair, frustrated and ready to kill someone. I’d never felt like this in my life. I just wanted this to be over, to finally have my life back. I wanted to go home and remember what it was like to sleep in my own bed and make coffee in the morning in my own kitchen. I wanted to swing on my porch and eat Jujyfruits and push Riley down the stairs. Was that really too much to ask?

“Seriously, I swear I can hear the floorboards wearing down. I think they’re even splintering. You might want to take it easy.”

“I’ll take it easy when he calls and says it’s over.”

She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Speaking of, what happens when it’s over?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the whole Shawn tried to kill you thing? What happens?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well, are you going to press charges?”

My jaw dropped open as I thought about saying yes, but then I realized I had no evidence that it was him. “How would I prove it?”

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