Chapter 98: When the Trap Spoke
Night fell faster than it should have.
One moment the sky was a muted blue, the next it was sinking into a heavy, bruised purple that swallowed the last of the light. Emery lit the lantern on the table, the warm glow pushing back the shadows but not the tension.
Jonah sat on the couch, knees pulled up, eyes flicking toward the windows every few seconds. Brent stood near the back door, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the dark yard beyond the glass.
The trap was set.The camera was hidden.The line was taut.
All they had to do was wait.
Emery hated waiting.
She moved to Brent’s side, her voice low. “Do you think he’ll come tonight?”
Brent didn’t look away from the window. “If he’s watching us, he knows we’re on edge. That makes tonight the perfect time.”
Jo
