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Jeremy knew from Sloane’s white face and the hard, almost glassy look in her eyes that something terrible must have happened while she was in there talking to Nora Cantrell. However, he also knew that he’d probably get zapped if he tried to ask any questions before Sloane was willing to talk, so he made himself guide the Tahoe through Butte’s quiet streets and back onto I-15 heading north without saying anything.
They’d probably been on the highway a full fifteen minutes before she spoke.
“Have you ever heard of the Walker clan?” she asked.
That question felt as though it had come out of left field. Unless….
“Is your father one of the Walkers?”
Her full lips pressed together. “Apparently.”
And apparently, she wasn’t too thrilled by that discovery.
Damn. While he completely under
