Arlo
“Dean,” I answer the phone and let out a breath, sweat dripping down my forehead, hearing one of Lazlo’s men on the other side of the line. But my knees hit the floor the moment he tells me the reason for the call. “Tha-nk you,” my thick voice breaks, and I break down and cry, still on my knees when he ends the call. Enya is safe at home.
After a long moment, I calm down and tell the cops what he just told me. The two I came with leave with me while the others stay and work the crime scene. We head out and get on the freeway, but we are immediately notified that there has been an accident up ahead, and the road is closed. We turn around and take a different route, frustrated. This way is longer and will take us more than an hour to get home. And I’m anxious to get home and find out
