Page 141 of Sin With Me
"Those were her messages! What the fuck does that mean?"
"Shit. Let me see if I can track her location."
We exchanged months ago when she was put on babysitting duty.
"What the hell?" I mutter, zooming in on where it says she is. "She's on a country backroad...probably twenty minutes out."
"Jonah took her, didn't he?"
"And he has a gun."
The pieces come together.
"Motherfucker," I spit out. "I'm gonna head in that direction, but I'm at least thirty-five minutes away."
I wave and get Waylon's attention, then nod toward the barn doors as I walk in that direction. "Delilah's in trouble," I tell him.
"Want me to come?"
"Yeah, but I'm not gonna go the speed limit." I run to my truck and quickly get it started. Waylon jumps in after me and we take off.
"Should I call the sheriff and tell him?" Mattie asks.
"Yeah, maybe he can find his truck before I do. I'll keep an eye on her location?—"
I refresh it and notice it stopped.
"Wait, she's not movin'."
"Where is she?"
"Somewhere off road."
"Oh my God, that can't be good."
"No...it's not."
We hang up so she can call Sheriff Wagner and then I catch Waylon up on what's going on. He calls our dad and informs him next.
"Do you have your rifle?" Dad asks on speakerphone.
"Yeah, underneath my seat."
The same one I shot Harlow's kidnapper with last year.
"Be careful. It's almost dark and there aren't any streetlights out there."
"I will." My jaw ticks with anger and my fist squeezes the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles throb.
"You have your flashlights?" he asks.
"In the backseat," I reassure him.
"Maybe they slid on some ice. Those roads get bad."
"I dunno, but if Jonah had anythin' to do with it or she's hurt because of him, I'm not promisin' I won't kill him."
"Don't do anythin' you'll regret, Wilder."
