CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“HE WOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN her back to Indy.”
Godric hoped Brita was right. “Why not?”
She shrugged, “Just my gut. Whatever he wants from her, he’ll want to keep her off balance and alone. She has friends and colleagues in Indy.”
Godric’s stomach roiled at her words. The words she’d left unspoken rang through his mind. Until he got what he wanted. Then he’d have no reason to keep her at all. And it would be a lot easier to dispose of a body in the wilderness. “Percy, for heaven’s sake, run a few yellow lights! You’re driving like Aunt Mimi.”
His brother the lawyer glanced at the front passenger seat, lifting a dark, red eyebrow at the love of his life. “There’s a cop in the car, ’Dric. And she’d rather shoot me than arrest me, so I’m on my best behavior.”
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