26
“Aw, man, I missed it?” Trevor said as Kira rushed to climb into the passenger seat of his car. “How did you convince them to let you go?”
“I didn’t,” Kira said with a pointed look.
Trevor’s eyes widened. “I guess we’d better get going then.” He pulled away from the curb and started driving down the street, away from the police station. “Where to?”
Kira gave him the directions to the farmhouse.
“Wait.” His brow furrowed. “Isn’t that—”
“Yeah.”
“And you want to go back there.” His voice held a note of skepticism.
“It looks like that’s where Kevin is,” Kira said. “I recognized it from the photo.” Actually, the farmhouse was the last place she wanted to go, especially in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been back there since she had escaped.
“Where are the cops?” Trevor asked.
