Maya and I split a copy of Helena's diary, each taking half as we raced toward the police station. We looked for anything that would help Hunter, even an offhanded comment that Helena felt she was being followed would help.
Max drove just short of reckless, but I could see the tension in his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. The silence in the car was heavy, broken only by the rustle of pages as I frantically skimmed through the entries.
"I still can't believe they arrested him," Maya muttered, her eyes never leaving the pages. "On a golf course. How did they even know to find him there?"
“Someone could have seen him on the golf course and known about the arrest warrant, or most likely, one of the police was following him while they waited for the warrant," Max replied, his voi
