FROM DISBELIEF, TO denial, to distraught shuddering sobs, Shelley’s emotions had filled the cab almost to the point of suffocation.
“How dare they?” Her fists thumped against the seat either side of her legs. “How b****y dare they?” Her gaze darted from me beside her, to Dad in the rear view mirror, and back to me. “Who are these people? Give me their names.”
“Shelley, that’s not goi—”
Her hand thrust toward me. If I’d been wearing a shirt, she’d probably have grabbed a handful and yanked me forward. Instead, she jabbed a finger into my chest. “You will give me their names, Ethan Holloway. And I will hunt them down, because I will not let this go until I get some damn answers as to why someone would take my Gabe and treat him this way. Do you hear me?”
What answer could I give? Actuall
