CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Ruger had been in his truck with Blaser when the phone rang. Before Colt finished relaying Lyssa’s story, he’d turned the vehicle around to head for his parents’ house again.
With the story so close to print and with Layla in a group, he’d believed she was safe. Cursing himself for leaving her unprotected, Blaser tried to soothe him by pointing out no one expected Ashcroft himself to show up. If a strange thug like Padget had appeared, their mom would’ve called the cops for sure.
“What’s going on?” Ruger asked, as he leaped out of his truck and ran toward Colt on the perimeter of a police barricade setup around their mother’s house.
“He’s in there with them,” Colt said.
With his arms folded across his chest, Colt watched the house. He showed so little emotion that R
