Page 107 of Destiny

To Denver.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Brendan

“Where did you get the name of this law firm?” Dad asks in the car, after everyone has left our house.

“Donny Steel.”

“Are you kidding me, Brendan? You got the name of a lawyer from the Steels?”

“Who did you want me to ask, Dad? He’s the only lawyer I know. He and Jade, and she’s his mother.”

A silver truck whizzes by us.

I do a double take, nearly running off the road.

Dad grabs the steering wheel, maneuvering the car into the right lane. “What the hell are you doing, Brendan?”

“Dad, that was Ava’s truck.”

Dad glances behind him. “How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve never seen another pickup truck that color, Dad. Who the hell else has a silver truck?” I can’t help but smile. “A silver sedan, sure, or an SUV, but a silver pickup?”

“A lot of people. You’re imagining things.”

I shake my head. “I’m not imagining things. ThatisAva’s truck. What is she doing here in the city?”

“Why don’t you call her and ask her?” He holds up his hand. “Scratch that. Don’t talk on the phone while you’re driving.”

“Screw that.” I grab my cell phone out of my pocket, keeping my eye trained on the road in front of me. “Siri, call Ava Steel.”

It rings several times before it goes to voicemail.

“Ava? It’s me. I’m not sure, but I think I just saw your truck on the road to Grand Junction. Dad and I are on our way to talk to an attorney. Where are you? I’m worried about you. Call me, please. I love you.” I end the call and toss the phone into the cupholder.

Dad eyes the phone. “So she didn’t answer.”

“Nope. Which means it probablywasher. She’s very careful about talking on the phone while driving.”

“Surely she would’ve picked up when she saw it was you.”

“Only if she looked.”

Something gnaws in my stomach. I don’t like the feeling. I feel like Ava’s walking into something…ordrivinginto something…

What was she doing in Grand Junction today?

“How much longer until we get there?” Dad asks. “I could go for a bite. I love Rita’s pastries, but they don’t keep you full for long.”

“We’ll have time to grab a quick lunch before the meeting,” I say. “Not that I can eat.”

“For God’s sake, Brendan. Ava’s fine. That wasn’t her truck.”

Except itwasher truck. I won’t be able to convince my father of that, but I know it was.

She was going awfully fast.

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