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help–”
“We don’t need help ,” Dad growled. “Give us your granddaughter’s number.”
Harman was quiet for a moment. “Now, Richard, Eleanor is my–”
“You want the fish or not?”
The old man listed off the number. I smiled.
“You understand, though,” Harman continued. “Eleanor isn’t to be–”
Dad hung up.
“We going to that place?” Owen asked.
“No.”
Dad extended the phone to me. “Call the granddaughter.”
My brow climbed. “What? We’re still–”
“Weren’t you listening?” Dad snapped. “They might not be there. I’m not chasing them to Colorado just to find out those scum-suckers are somewhere else. We’re getting them to come to us this time, no matter what.”
I made no move to take the cell, my expression unchanged.
Giving me a disgusted look, Dad tossed the phone back to Clay.
“Call her,” he ordered again.
Clay dialed the number.
I turned to the window. This was stupid. No, it was beyond stupid. It was driving in circles . We’d been at this for a day already and we’d be at it for more, the way Dad was handling things. If the fish was somewhere, even if there was a chance the fish was somewhere, we should head to that place.
That’s what hunting was .
My gaze slid to Dad. He wasn’t watching me anymore, and his hands moved on the steering wheel like he was imagining wrapping his fingers around that guy’s throat.
I would’ve come up with so many better plans than this. I’d have the fish already and Brock… well, dead or not, whatever. But we’d have the fish. We wouldn’t be just driving around like a bunch of old ladies lost in the countryside.
The woman started up crying again and the man whispered stupid words of comfort like he couldn’t see the reality in front of his eyes. I rested my head back on the glass. This would change soon. Whether by the girl answering the phone or my patience coming to an end, this would change.
I’d make sure of it.
Chapter Seven
Noah
The scents of pine and mulch surrounded us, and so many birds filled the trees with their cries that I felt like I was being bombarded by a Hollywood sound effect. The trail ahead of us curved through the forest, as did the one behind, and occasionally I could spot boot prints in the dirt, showing where rangers had hiked up and down this path before us.
In the lead, Olivia continued on unwaveringly, the crayon-blue cooler bag bouncing against her back. Ellie was close behind her, and cast nervous glances at us with every few steps. Meanwhile, Zeke seemed to have installed himself as a buffer between those two and Chloe and Baylie.
At the back of the group, I struggled to hold my focus to the forest, though it kept slipping to Chloe. I hadn’t had enough sleep – barely an hour, if that – and my brain felt like it had the attention span of a squirrel on speed. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from returning to her. To the way Zeke had attempted to touch her in the kitchen, and the way she’d pulled away from him.
Almost like she’d pulled away from me yesterday.
I didn’t know how to read that. I wanted to hope that was a good sign for me, that maybe she wasn’t as into him as I’d thought, but that seemed like a big conclusion to jump to based on one small action that could have meant anything.
And besides, I really needed to concentrate.
Grimacing, I glanced to the trail behind us again. Winding down the hill and only partly visible between all the trees, the track seemed empty. My hearing mostly agreed, though the birds were giving me a headache and interfering with my ability to be sure.
We crested another rise and the path led down to a clearing nestled in a tiny valley, where a collection of fallen logs rested. The Park Service or time had smoothed the logs’ upper sides, till they looked like natural benches for hikers. Crossing to the nearest one of these, Olivia sat down and swung the bag from her
“We don’t need help ,” Dad growled. “Give us your granddaughter’s number.”
Harman was quiet for a moment. “Now, Richard, Eleanor is my–”
“You want the fish or not?”
The old man listed off the number. I smiled.
“You understand, though,” Harman continued. “Eleanor isn’t to be–”
Dad hung up.
“We going to that place?” Owen asked.
“No.”
Dad extended the phone to me. “Call the granddaughter.”
My brow climbed. “What? We’re still–”
“Weren’t you listening?” Dad snapped. “They might not be there. I’m not chasing them to Colorado just to find out those scum-suckers are somewhere else. We’re getting them to come to us this time, no matter what.”
I made no move to take the cell, my expression unchanged.
Giving me a disgusted look, Dad tossed the phone back to Clay.
“Call her,” he ordered again.
Clay dialed the number.
I turned to the window. This was stupid. No, it was beyond stupid. It was driving in circles . We’d been at this for a day already and we’d be at it for more, the way Dad was handling things. If the fish was somewhere, even if there was a chance the fish was somewhere, we should head to that place.
That’s what hunting was .
My gaze slid to Dad. He wasn’t watching me anymore, and his hands moved on the steering wheel like he was imagining wrapping his fingers around that guy’s throat.
I would’ve come up with so many better plans than this. I’d have the fish already and Brock… well, dead or not, whatever. But we’d have the fish. We wouldn’t be just driving around like a bunch of old ladies lost in the countryside.
The woman started up crying again and the man whispered stupid words of comfort like he couldn’t see the reality in front of his eyes. I rested my head back on the glass. This would change soon. Whether by the girl answering the phone or my patience coming to an end, this would change.
I’d make sure of it.
Chapter Seven
Noah
The scents of pine and mulch surrounded us, and so many birds filled the trees with their cries that I felt like I was being bombarded by a Hollywood sound effect. The trail ahead of us curved through the forest, as did the one behind, and occasionally I could spot boot prints in the dirt, showing where rangers had hiked up and down this path before us.
In the lead, Olivia continued on unwaveringly, the crayon-blue cooler bag bouncing against her back. Ellie was close behind her, and cast nervous glances at us with every few steps. Meanwhile, Zeke seemed to have installed himself as a buffer between those two and Chloe and Baylie.
At the back of the group, I struggled to hold my focus to the forest, though it kept slipping to Chloe. I hadn’t had enough sleep – barely an hour, if that – and my brain felt like it had the attention span of a squirrel on speed. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from returning to her. To the way Zeke had attempted to touch her in the kitchen, and the way she’d pulled away from him.
Almost like she’d pulled away from me yesterday.
I didn’t know how to read that. I wanted to hope that was a good sign for me, that maybe she wasn’t as into him as I’d thought, but that seemed like a big conclusion to jump to based on one small action that could have meant anything.
And besides, I really needed to concentrate.
Grimacing, I glanced to the trail behind us again. Winding down the hill and only partly visible between all the trees, the track seemed empty. My hearing mostly agreed, though the birds were giving me a headache and interfering with my ability to be sure.
We crested another rise and the path led down to a clearing nestled in a tiny valley, where a collection of fallen logs rested. The Park Service or time had smoothed the logs’ upper sides, till they looked like natural benches for hikers. Crossing to the nearest one of these, Olivia sat down and swung the bag from her
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