Chapter Six
“Dammit, Brady, where are you? This is not funny. Call me right now!” Raymond snapped.
He’d lost count of the number of times he’d called his son, and every one had gone right to voicemail. This was the kind of panic he’d never expected to feel, even though it had always been there in the back of his mind. He paced his darkened house without a clue where to look.
After Brady ran out of Ryan’s, Raymond had been furious and terrified. His son had no clue of the dangers that lurked in wait for him all because of who his father was. He willed the front door to open. After the relief would come the moment when he could yell at his son for the worry he’d caused and for being reckless and stupid. He wanted to wrap his arms around his son and shake him.
Brady had looked at him with
