Looking around, I knew what he intended to do. Leo could freeze us in between time, locking us in place. I would be trapped in my own personal hell, with no chance of ever finding my partner or my daughter ever again. “Fine, where’s the house?”
“Just up ahead.” Leo drove through the gate and made a sharp turn towards a hill. “It’s the one that looks like a white-chocolate desert-themed gingerbread house.”
“It’s pretty cute.” Looking forward I could see what he meant. The house was one of the smaller ones, but it was surrounded by cacti and white oak trees, all covered in Christmas lights. But the most notable trait was the detail work; exotic trim along the roof and entranceway that looked like whipped-cream piping. “How did you know where this place was?”
Leo pulled the truck over, par
