Chapter 22
Declan pulled up behind the car that fit Freida’s description. He had stuck to the back roads, avoiding the crowds around the Fall Festival. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself, especially since he’d basically committed grand theft auto. That would teach O’Reilly to leave the keys in the ignition.
He checked the glovebox and found exactly what he was looking for. He tucked the g*n in the back of his pants and headed into the woods until he saw the old hunting cabin. He reached into the inner pocket of his leather coat and set his plan into motion.
His senses were on high alert, his ears pricked and focused on everything from a flutter of a leaf to a squirrel racing up a tree.
If this was a trap, he needed to get to Layla and see she was okay before he was taken o
