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I wanted to scream at him that I’d never asked for his forgiveness, or that there was no way in hell I’d marry him. No, I couldn’t let my emotions get away from me.
“How did you find me?” I asked, swallowing audibly.
“It wasn’t easy,” he said. “I was actually starting to give up on finding you here, and I was gonna start to go exploring some other towns nearby. But then I went to get some gas last night, and I saw someone who walked in wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses.”
My stomach dropped, and I remembered every one of Dillon’s warnings.
“You know, there was a second when I wasn’t sure whether or not it was you. But then I saw your hair escaping from under that hat, and I knew that I couldn’t leave yet.”
I couldn’t believe I’d accused Dillon of being paranoid when the one time I’d broken his rule had been the one time that Alex and I had been there at the same time.
“I took a picture of the license plate and got my friend Bryan in the LAPD to run it for me. He found that meathead Dillon’s address.” He shook his head. “You know, I’ve seen him in town a couple times, and he always denied that he’d seen you, but I thought that there was something weird about him. What a fucking liar.”
He walked forward and leaned in so close that I could smell his breath. “You were fucking him, weren’t you? You’ve been fucking him this whole time.”
I shook my head, unable to swallow enough spit to answer.
“You’re lying, like your fucking liar cop boyfriend. And I’ll forgive you for that too. But you will have to pay for it.”
I didn’t see his fist before it came down on my face.
25
DILLON
I was exhausted and miles away from sleep. Hank and I had spent the whole night at the police department, trying to strategize with Jim, the older sheriff who, though he’d given me a good amount of side-eye when I walked in, immediately jumped into action.
Hank had driven me back home at dawn and come inside, immediately jumping into making coffee.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try to sleep, son?” he asked, looking at me worriedly.
“There’s no way I’d be able to fall asleep even if I tried,” I said, sitting on the couch with my hands hooked around my neck. “She’s out there, Hank. And I don’t know what he’s fucking doing to her.”
“Hey.” I felt his hand on our shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “We’re gonna find her.”
I couldn’t sit there with his hand on me, trying to reassure me. I got up from under his hand and went straight for my desk, pulling out the phone I’d lent Macy in order to call her mom. I turned it on and went outside to the porch. I briefly thought of the fact that it was six in the morning, but I knew that she would never forgive me once Macy was found if she didn’t find out right away.
Because we would find her, and we would find her okay. There was no other option.
It was easy for me to find the phone number, since it was the last number I’d used on this phone.
“Macy?” Her voice was exhausted, and I was thrown for a second. “It’s three in the morning. Are you okay?”
Shit. The time difference. Well, she’d know for sure that something was wrong as soon as I started talking.
“Mrs. Wallace? This is Dillon Ford.”
The change in her voice came immediately. “Dillon?” Her voice was suddenly far more awake. “Where’s my daughter?”
I shut my eyes against the guilt. “She—Alex found us. I don’t know how, but he found us, and he took her.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God, Dillon.”
I couldn’t help the choking tears that crawled into my voice as I covered my eyes with my hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. She was too far for me to grab, and—”
“Stop apologizing and tell me what you’re doing to find her.”
I swallowed thickly and thought briefly how lucky Macy was to have her as a mother. “We’re making a plan right now, and we’re working with the sheriff’s department. I went to talk to them as soon as he broke in.”
