“What about Nixx?”
“I didn’t tell him when the visits happen.”
That was true when I first opened my mouth to him. But I had told him I saw Millie the day after a visit, and he could have remembered.
Fear began moving beneath my hope, slow and cold.
“Havoc, what’s wrong?”
His gaze settled on me. “Someone’s been studying the route.”
For a second, the words meant nothing.
“What route?”
“The one used to move Millie.”
My hand slipped from his.
He continued in the same calm voice. “Cars have been showing up on the same roads. Somebody planted a camera near one of our turns.”
My stomach dropped.
“I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t ask if you knew.”
“I didn’t tell anyone to follow her.”
“Then explain how someone knew where to look.”
“I can’t.”
“You expect me to believe this happened right
