Hannah's POV.
I couldn't believe that Sheriff Walker had taken Devon to the station. I had to do something to save him. Devon told me that a package containing his papers had been delivered to him at the post office.
I drove to the post-office and met Mrs. Nancy, who worked there and was a friend of my grandmother's. So, she quickly helped me find the package addressed to Devon, which contained Devon's ID and several bank cards.
I was about to drive to the police station when a man suddenly appeared in front of the car. It was Ian!
The man before me had lost his old vivacity and his blue eyes were dull, skin as pale as a snowflake in the sunlight.
"Oh, what are you doing here?" Fortunately, I slammed on the brakes before I hit him.
"I need to talk to you, Hannah," Ian said.
"But I h
