the tarmac at the private airfield.
it?" he asked, his
I said, my own voice flat, devoi
re in twenty minutes. We' ll sec
, Andrew. No teams. N
ing with his loyalty to me. "This isn' t a
is is a family matter. I will handle it." I took a deep breath
y that had taken root in my soul. He nodded slowly, a silent understan
the wealthy, gated community seemed alien, a facade of peace and order hiding a rott
nanny, and an older woman I assumed was her mother, Debra. They were flan
g Molly in the shoulder. "She' s not coming back. Ever.
lly cried, her small voice
r said, grabbing Molly' s arm and twisting it
last thread of my
cked it open. The heavy oak splinter
ixture of shock and fear. Molly' s eyes widened
" she w
he hell are you?" she shrieked.
bed her wrist, and used her own momentum to slam her face
eamed and fumbled for her phone. "Secu
d gaze on her.
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