CHAPTER THREE
Oh, my God. It had never occurred to her before, but now, it seemed obvious. Was it possible she’d been wrong all along about Wilson Andrews? That his knowing the Waverly family was just a coincidence? That someone else was responsible, instead?
“David. Listen to me,” Mia said into her speakerphone as she floored the gas pedal to make it through an intersection before the light turned red.
He groaned. “You always find a way to brighten up my weekends,” he mumbled.
True. That’s why he was Number Two on her speed-dial, just after Aidan. “Listen. Are you listening?”
“Yeah. Talk.”
“Call nine-one-one. Tell the police to meet us around the corner from fifty-nine Weston. Tell them you have reason to believe Sara Waverly is there. Now.”
His response wasn’t much different to he
