Broderick shot up from his seat.
"I got it."
His expression didn't budge, but that sudden motion gave away his nerves.
"What's going on, Broderick?"
Matilda looked up, puzzled.
Dinner was only halfway in.
"Take your time eating, I've got something to deal with."
"What is it?"
But he didn't answer. Grabbing the car keys, Broderick strode out so fast he didn't even wait for the driver.
Miles and Sienna chased after him, only catching sight of the car's fading taillights.
Broderick hit the road in a rush.
Once on the highway, one hand gripped the wheel while the other hovered near his lips, thoughts racing.
He'd definitely lost his cool back there.
The second he heard Leslie was at the police station, his heart just shot right up to his throat.
He t
