THE PORSCHE TYRES SQUEALED on departure from the kerbside. I spun around, hit the main road, and headed for Connor’s. Maybe I’d missed them on the way.
My mobile rang, and the jolt of my body lifted both hands from the steering wheel, before I snatched it up. “Nate?”
“Jem, I told you—”
“Did they come back?”
“No—”
I screamed, throwing down my mobile. As it bounced onto the passenger seat, the first tears erupted from my eyes like water from a burst pipe. I tugged my hair where it clung to the perspiration across my brow.
“Jem?” Nathan’s deep voice called from my phone.
I picked it back up. “They’ve gone. The house ... empty ... gone.” Each fractured word arrived on a hiccup.
“Jem, come—”
“Sean ...” I gasped. “Gone.” Tears poured over the contours of my cheeks, pooling across my vis
