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“Has anyone told Samuel?”
“Simone thought it was best if Selah was the one who handled him.”
“And?”
“Samuel isn’t telling Evie, but she’s been asking for her sister. He lied and said Jamison caught the stomach flu.”
Holden’s breathing slowed. “I get it. I’ve learned there’s nothing more important to Samuel than keeping his girls happy and safe…Whoa, whoa, whoa—stand down!”
There was rustling on the other end and a loud thud, as if Holden had dropped the phone.
“Who the fuck are you?” Holden snarled. “Hell, no. I’m not taking shit from you. Drop the paper and put your hands where I can see them.”
An unfamiliar voice responded, “My name is Marco Smith. But you can call me Smitty. I have a message from Beetlejuice.”
Rowan hurried back into the media room to see where Holden was on the satellite view. With the delay, it didn’t do him much good, but then, as if out of nowhere, two men approached Holden in the woods.
Marco Smith. Marco. Smith.
Rowan knew that name. “Annabeth, grab the file with Sinclair’s people. The one with all the men who followed him after he left the military.”
Hearing the urgency in his voice, Annabeth snatched up the folder and ran it over. “What’s happening?”
Rowan dug through the file and found Marco Smith almost immediately. “Shit.”
Placing the call on speaker, everyone listened as Holden spoke. “Let me hear it. And don’t come any closer unless you want to lose part of your face.”
“Hold on the raid. The place is about to blow,” the voice of Marco Smith replied. “By this point, you’ve probably got less than twenty minutes.”
“Are they alive?” Holden snapped. “The Fairweathers? Liam Cohen?”
“They were a few minutes ago, and if they make it out, they’ll probably be coming from the far western side of the property.” Marco Smith paused. “If you can get a car there fast enough, youshouldbe able to get to them in time.”
“I can do that,” Holden replied, his voice growing louder, like he had picked up his phone again. “How far is the blast zone?”
“The last bend in the road is the safety point. If they make it there, they’ll live.”
Chapter 40
Someone was singing.
A mixture of humming and words floated through the fog, telling the story of a girl being led to her death by a man. A man who wanted to bury her deep down in the earth so her soul wouldn’t make a sound.
Cecilia.
Someone was singing about Cecilia, and how Tobias killed her, and all the other women.
But then, the song changed, telling those who listened that Toby would be the next to die.
One at a time, Jamison’s eyes opened and connected with the two women traveling next to her. She was being carried yet again, and while the women’s faces were upside down as she hung in someone’s arms, she still knew exactly who they were.
Her mama was so pretty.
Laura Jean must have been something to see in life because even in death, Jamison was left speechless by her beauty. Her mother smiled down at her, a soft, silver light surrounding her body.
“You’re going to be okay, my princess.”
Beside her mother was CeCe. She was the one singing the words to the song Claudia hummed. Two steps ahead, with Madison wrapped firmly around her and Emily at her side, Jamison tried to focus on her cousin’s melody, but it continued to evade, drifting in and out of herbrain’s reach.
