GODRIC WAS TALKING on his cell when Clovis helped Emma down from the ambulance. He jerked his head at Clovis and disconnected, striding toward them. Without speaking, he embraced his brother, pounding the bat snot out of him in a man-hug. “I’m really glad to see you, Clovis. We were worried.”
“How’s Brick?”
Godric shook his head, looking at Emma. He offered her his hand. “Marshal Banks. It’s a pleasure.”
“Have you found Cilla?” Emma glanced toward Godric’s SUV.
Godric waved at the ambulance driver, dismissing him. “Thanks!” he yelled. Then he opened the door and ushered Emma into the back seat. “I’ll explain everything on the way.”
Twenty minutes later, Clovis was more worried than when he’d first talked to his brother. “How did these goons get hold of Brick? What were Percy and Brita
