Page 102 of Between Now and Always

“She said you wouldn’t believe me.” Susan crosses her arms over her chest, and leans away, her eyes growing guarded again.

“No, it’s not that. We just…this is a shock. Do you think she’ll talk to us? Your FBI lady?” Phil asks.

She relaxes a little, but her nod is wary. “That’s up to you. She knows you’re here today and gave me permission to tell you about her. I can let her know you want to talk to her and she’ll contact you.”

“Can you give us her number?” Phil asks.

“No. I don’t have a way to reach her because she’s hardly ever alone and doesn’t want to blow her cover. She always calls me. Every other day. So, I’ll tell her. But she’s not just trying to bring them down. She’s trying to clear my name.”

This is all more than we could have hoped to learn when we came. Agnes Wolfe is a monster and I can’t wait to take her down along with her son.

“We’re glad that you’ve got someone else trying to help you. We’re going to do everything we can to get you out of here and get you justice.”

Her lined face goes slack for a second and then, her composure disappears as surprise and relief seem to overwhelm her. “You…you believe me?” she asks in a whisper.

“Of course,” we say at the same time, shocked that she’s asking.

Her green eyes, the same shade as mine, shine with tears before she covers her face with her hands and starts to sob.

She’s had her whole life stolen by these fuckers and I’ll spend every last dime I have to see her free.

Goddamn Drew Wolfe.

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“I hate that fucker so much,” Phil says when we get back to our hotel.

“I’ve never wished death on anyone, but the world would be safer without him.”

I nod, my agreement. But, I think the ultimate punishment would be deprive him of the things he’s stolen from so many - his freedom.

“And what about this FBI person? Who could it be?”

“I have no idea, but my mind is blown.”

I flop down on the bed, and close my eyes, exhausted from the overload information and emotion.

“Hey, did Beth call you?” Phil asks, and the worry in his voice fills me with dread.

He’s staring at phone, his finger swiping up, and then stopping suddenly. He peers at the screen and then closes his eyes, and groans.

“What?” I ask, pull my phone out curse when I see all the missed calls.

But when I read her text, I really start to panic.

“Oh myfuck. She sent this almost six hours ago. She’s landed already.”

“What money? What does this mean?” Phil asks, I’m trying to call Beth back.

I throw my phone when it goes to voicemail. “Fuck,” I snarl, my heart racing.

“What’s going on? She can’t be here by herself. If they know she’s coming, she’s in danger.”

Dread makes me nauseous and the growing panic in his eyes makes my head spin.

“Fuck, why didn’t she wait for me? And what is this about Cameron? How could your grandmother have her?”

Phil looks like he’s as sick as I am.

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