Home was an empty place without Crew, never mind Petunia's relocation to the annex so I could pace and think without stepping on her as she followed my every step with her relentless pug logic. If she stayed on my heels, I couldn't leave her behind.
I'd fired off a series of long texts to my absent husband, filling him in on everything we'd learned, before shooting one to Liz.
I'm worried. He's not answering.
She messaged me back immediately. Me too. I'm already on it.
Should I have been more relieved that she believed me or terrified she was worried, too?
Where's Darius? That was from Malcolm, the first I'd heard from him in days.
Excellent question, I sent back.
Silence for a moment while renewed concern for my bodyguard kick started guilt I'd forgotten to worry about him, too.
Meet us at the lake house.