19
HADLEY
A waiting game; that’s all it was. It’d been two weeks since they’d identified the owner of the lighter, yet they hadn’t found him. He was supposedly near New York, which was good because that meant he was nowhere near me.
Now that Dane was the prime suspect and the police knew who they were looking for, Felicity wanted me back home. However, I wasn’t ready to go back, not until they found him. Besides, Blake had been making sure to keep me busy . . .
“Your riding has gotten better,” he noted. We were nearing the barn from an afternoon spent on horseback. Snowflake was almost ready to be given back to her owners, which made Blake sad. He tried not to show it but I knew he’d grown attached to her, and her to him.
Smiling, I scratched behind Nightshade’s ear. “I’ve had a good
