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Shaun wasn’t there. In fact, he’d just left the office, but Ester said she would make sure he got the message. Holding her cell phone in her hand, Fiona contemplated texting him. Would he believe her if she told him how she knew who Worthington had pretended to be? He had taken Ian and his gift in stride, not questioning the validity, even when he asked for details Ian didn’t know. Maybe she should call, leave a voicemail. Setting her phone on the desk, she turned to the application. Perhaps there was more information she could get from it.
“Mom!”
Fiona dropped the paper, raced out of the office, and up the stairs.
“Ian! What is it?” She rushed into the room and to Ian’s bed.
“He’s close. I can feel him. He’s so mad,” Ian said.
“Is he here? At the lodge?”
Shaking his head, Ian ru
