Page 85 of With Love

Marshall

This can’t be happening again. I won’t let it. As I watch Adrienne and Owen walk out of the house I pull out my cell phone and call Travis.

“I need you to locate the sedan and I need you to put a track on the G-Class.” I bark as soon as he answers the phone.

“On it, what’s up?”

“Lucy took the sedan and Owen and Adrienne just left in the G.”

“Okay.”

I hear a bunch of typing in the background a Travis pulls up the GPS trackers for both of my cars.

“Got it?”

“Almost,” he says. “Got it.”

“Where are they?”

“It says they’re both at the house.”

“Which house? This house?”

“Yeah, the treehouse.” My heart twitches to hear him call it by the nickname that Adrienne gave it.

I walk over to the window in my office and look down.

“The G is gone. Refresh the signal and try again. We’ll need to find the sedan eventually too, but Adrienne is in the G, so that’s our top priority right now.”

“Still says it’s there,” he answers after a minute. “What’s going on, Marshall?”

“Everything’s all fucked up. I need you to come back here.”

“See you in an hour.”

That’s one thing I like about Travis. He knows that I don’t ask him to do anything lightly, so when I say I need him, he knows it’s now and he drops everything for me.

* * *

I hear the door open when Travis gets here and I go downstairs to meet him.

“What the fuck?” he asks.

“It’s Owen. He got into her head and they left here about an hour ago.” I hand him the letter that Lucy supposedly wrote.

“Shit,” is all he could say. “You think he wrote it?”

“Yeah. Not right away, but after sitting here thinking about it. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“Well, he’s not the brightest person, we both know that, but he’s smart enough to know about taking the trackers off of the cars. They’re here somewhere, but I don’t know if we will ever find them.”

“I shouldn’t have let her go. At least not until I was able to find a way to prove that it was him.”

“She would have hated you for it.”

“Yeah, but she’d be safe right now.”

“I’ll go get into the CCTV feeds and see where they’re headed. We’ll find them,” Travis says, clapping me on the shoulder as he heads upstairs.

“Yeah,” I say as I down the rest of my scotch.

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