David
If Rowan was smart, she would drive faster to work, or I’m going to catch up to her.
Or maybe it’s Brooklyn I’m tailing.
Or your mom while she drives to the nail salon …
David
Have you really gone silent on me?
You’ve got nothing to say?
David
Answer me, Brady.
FUCKING ANSWER ME.
David
2 Missed Calls
David
4 Missed Calls
David
Answer your goddamn phone.
Me
Goodbye, David.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Brady
Iwas already in my office when the FaceTime call came through, lighting up the black screen of my phone. Bale had given me a three-minute window just after two in the morning. Instead of setting an alarm, in fear that it would wake Lily, I stayed up and came in here with plenty of time to spare.
There was no fucking way I was going to miss this chat.
I connected the video, waiting for the background to come into focus. The darkness of the basement—or wherever Bale had taken him—made it a little difficult to initially see.
There was still no question what I was looking at.
David.
In the fucking flesh.
With hazy brown eyes and curly, messy hair and scruff that came in spotted.
He looked like a goddamn kid. But he was the same age as Lily. He just had a face and demeanor that had never matured.
He’d been placed in a chair with rope tied around his chest, wrists, and ankles. It appeared that a rag had been balled up and stuffed in his mouth with a piece of duct tape spread vertically over his lips, preventing him from opening them.
“Say what you want to say, Brady,” Bale ordered.