MARIA’S POV
“Father?” Connor exclaimed in shock.
It was Mr. Fred McCalister himself. We were both shocked to see him here. He was dressed in his usual expensive suit and seemed remarkably calm, except for the fact that he had narrowly avoided being shot by his son.
“What the hell are you doing here, Dad? How did you find us?” Connor demanded. I was about to ask the same question, but I wanted Connor to take the lead since he was in a better position to do so.
“Well, I should be asking you a lot of questions. For example, why are you illegally in possession of a firearm, Connor? That could implicate you, especially with everything happening lately,” Mr. Fred McCalister said, and Connor gulped.
“They were coming after us, Dad. If it weren’t for this gun, we would both be dead before you
