CHAPTER 18
EMMA
I was sick to my stomach all last night, wondering what that guy wanted from me. Then, it got me thinking … what would Scar want from me? I had no clue. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. If I didn’t do what they said, they’d go after my sister next. I would do anything to keep her out of whatever s**t it was.
My mother was at school, and Reagan was at the gym with our father and brother, so I didn’t worry about them showing up. I hadn’t talked to Carter since Sunday, but I wished he was close. I felt vulnerable and unprepared. If it was Scar I was dealing with, I had a feeling I was in way over my head. He wasn’t your typical petty criminal. From what I'd heard, Scar was a murderer, cunning, clever, and highly manipulative.
Fighting off the urge to vom
