CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ALL EVIDENCE OF THE kinder, more vulnerable Max was gone. He’d descended into a foul mood after the second phone call, which Nita could tell had been from a woman.
“Your boyfriend is gonna pay.” He murmured to her, over and over again.
When she’d tried to reason with him, he’d swung the gun at her face. She’d ducked away in time to avoid a direct hit, but her cheek throbbed from the impact. She was pretty sure she was going to have a black eye.
Nita now realized she no longer had the luxury of waiting. She needed to get away from Max and, once she had, she would contact Heathcliffe and warn him that Max was coming.
They left the highway and were winding their way over gravel roads, kicking up rocks and dust under the ancient van’s bald tires. Nita’s stomach twisted
