Page 97 of With Love

Marshall

“FUCK!” I shout when we get to the motel. The car is there, but there is no one in the motel room. When no one answered, I kicked the door open. There is bedding everywhere, the lamp is on the floor, and there is blood on one of the chairs.

“Travis, please tell me that you can go back and see things that happened in the past on those things. I have to know if she left this room dead or alive.”

“Just a sec,” he pushes a few buttons on the screen before his eyes go big. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” I ask him, grabbing the phone from his hands. I look at the time stamp on the video. It was from about an hour ago.

What I see on the screen makes me throw up the entire contents of my stomach. There is no mistaking the large figure that steps out of the black Lincoln in front of the same motel room that I am in now. He has a man flanking him on both sides. Just as he’s about to knock on the door, it flies open and I see Adrienne trying to run out of the room. Owen! What did that fucker do to her to make her run like that?

She runs right into his chest and the look on her face is one of pure terror. Lock says something before he--

I heave once more, but there is nothing left to throw up. If Travis hadn’t grabbed his phone back when he did, I would have thrown it to the ground and broken it into a million pieces.

Once again, Lock has taken what’s mine and I was too fucking late to stop it.

“He’s heading north. That doesn’t make sense. If he were taking her back to his place, he would have gone south of here to get onto 30 and head east.”

I try and make sense of what Travis is saying, but I can’t concentrate on anything. I try to control my breathing by taking a few deep breaths when it hits me.

He’s not taking her to his estate.

“Beaver Falls is north of here.” I say in between labored breaths.

“What’s in Beaver Falls?”

“His past.”

God, please don’t let us be too late.

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