Page 84 of Alfie: Part Two

Shan cursed and turned away slightly.

I hoped nothing was wrong.

Phil’s message flashed on the screen, and he’d responded less than a minute after I’d sent my text.

Happy to help. Also happy to relieve you of a ticket or two. When am I picking the ankle biters up from school? Am I dropping them off there tomorrow too?

He was a godsend, as always. Now I could make dinner plans for Alfie and me. We needed to talk things through properly tonight, so I wouldn’t be a walking train wreck tomorrow.

“And you’re sure he knows the address?” Shan pressed.

His conversation was definitely not going as well as mine with Phil. I thanked him for helping out, gave him the information he needed, and promised to stop by with bagels tomorrow morning when we picked up the children. Well, Alfie would. I’d be at work.

“All right, thank you for letting me know,” Shan said. “Keep trying to reach Kellan and Finn.” He ended the call and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I may have spoken too soon about Alfie.”

Excuse me?

He faced me and looked a lot more tired than before. “Colby was shadowing Eric today at Finn’s office, and the boy essentially spent the morning trying to find more evidence from the attackers. Which…he did.”

He didn’t need to elaborate further. Colby had found more videos, hadn’t he?

I clenched my jaw and rubbed a hand over my mouth. “There’s a video of Giulia, isn’t there?”

He inclined his head. “And he told Alfie about it. Who, in turn, demanded to see the video.”

Oh Christ, no.

I went rigid as something Shan had said came back to me, about knowing an address…? Was that about Alfie?

“Where is he now?” I demanded, alarm shooting through me.

He sighed and got off the stool. “He’s on his way to the safehouse—and I don’t suppose I need to ask if you’re coming with me.”

Absolutely not. We should be in the car already.

Please don’t do something you can’t live with, baby.

“I’ll drive.” I stalked out of the kitchen.

“No, you’re not. I can already tell you’re about to break every speed limit on the way.”

I threw him a glare over my shoulder. “Now’s not the time to preach about being a law-abiding citizen.”

“You don’t speed toward a crime scene, West. I’m driving. Besides, your car is like a book with a stunning cover and blank pages. There’s barely any power under the hood.”

CHAPTER 22

Alfie Scott

“Please stop! P-please!”

I floored it once the traffic cleared, and I gnashed my teeth as Mom’s choked pleas went on a loop in my brain.

“I can’t br-breathe…”

I’d be there in twenty-seven minutes, according to the GPS.

Let’s make that ten minutes.

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