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“Is your cell signal out, too?”
“Yeah. But Mom and Dad have a landline. I think it’s still working.”
“Good,” she said. “Call Sam at the station. Tell her what you told me. If she’s already gone, tell the chief.”
“Wait, why don’t you call and tell her yourself? You can use our phone.”
“I need to get back to the house.”
She didn’t know what to make of this information and didn’t want to believe Zach was involved in any of this, but she knew she needed to get back to the house.
If Trey was even close to being on the right track, even if it was all a misunderstanding and just looked bad, it would be better if Zach wasn’t there alone.
And even better if Erin got back there before Samantha returned.
Sam.
Erin wished more than anything that Samantha had been there at that moment to talk all of this out with her. They worked so well together, bouncing ideas and theories off of each other. Like they could ride the same brainwaves together. It was one of the things Erin had really grown to love about whatever was between them.
Or whatever was there before she’d made a mess of it with wild accusations.
Erin would just have to make sense of this on her own. Or at least figure out her next step on her own. And that next step was definitely getting back to the house.
Maybe Samantha would get there shortly after. They could all figure this out together. Erin and Samantha and Zach. He could explain everything to them both. Because therehadto be an explanation.
“You shouldn’t go alone.” Trey reached for the phone on a nearby table. “Let’s make the call, then go together.”
But Erin was already out the door and halfway to her car.
With the rain beating down on her and the wind threatening to knock her off her feet, she shouted over her shoulder, “Just call the station!”
ChapterTwenty-Five
Samantha parkedbetween Zach’s truck and the empty space where Erin’s car had been earlier that evening.
Where Erin’s carshouldhave been.
The town was under a curfew for the night to give the storm time to pass and for work crews to clear the roads of debris and any downed power lines.
But a curfew had never stopped Erin before, so Samantha didn’t know why she’d expected it to this time.
She stared at the blue house with no light shining from the decorative glass panes near the top of the front door. The power must be out on this end of town, too.
A particularly nasty gust shook her car. She waited for it to ease up with her hand on the door handle while the rain whipped sideways against her window. With a brief break in the wind, she pushed open the car door and ran up the steps onto the porch.
She lifted her hand to knock but stopped short.
The point of coming back here had been to talk to Erin. To potentially warn her.
But Erin wasn’t here.
Samantha needed a new plan.
Where was Erin, anyway? She’d made a big deal out of Samantha not leaving in the middle of the storm. So why was she driving around town in it now?
She checked her phone for messages again, but she still didn’t have a signal.
Not that Samantha expected a message. Erin had been pretty upset when Samantha had left.
