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front door.
The two women stood in the office, staring at the man as he left. People cast curious glances into the room, looking away quickly as they saw the expressions on their faces. Miranda stared down at the piece of paper. Baldie's presumable cellphone number stained the paper.
She turned sharply back to the cabinet, tucking the paper into the folder with the rest. After securing the cabinet, she gently pushed the fake wall back into place before Naomi spoke. “Do you think he was telling the truth?”
“Which part?”
“About Pete wanting loose ends severed.” Something shook in Naomi's voice.
Miranda's tension eased. Her friend didn't just have her own safety to worry about. She had her child's. Even if all of this ended, would her child be safe? Miranda tried to force a reassuring smile to her lips. “He probably said that to scare us, Naomi.”
Naomi stared out the doorway. Her brows furrowed and her face pale. She swallowed and shook her head, her own halfhearted smile to her lips. “You're right. Do we have everything?”
Miranda nodded, relieved to escape the bank. She waited for someone else to come barging in and threatening their plans, like her father. “Let's go.” She threw one last glance at her office before flicking the light off. Mingling emotions clashed in her head – uncertainty for the future, comfort in the familiar, and sadness having to say goodbye, even temporarily. She tightened her grip on the laptop still hidden in her hands. If she didn't help Tyler, he and Jack would die. Where would that leave her and Naomi? Where would that leave Naomi and Jack's child?
With a sense of purpose, she cut the power to the office and closed the door.
CHAPTER TEN
The four had made it to Miranda's late grandfather's hunting cabin without incident. Taking back roads, it had taken them little over two hours to reach the lodge. The entire ride was silent, save for the wind whipping against their helmets. Throughout the ride, Miranda hugged Tyler tightly, debating with herself.
Naomi's fears warbled through her head. She still hadn't told Jack about the baby. He should really know, before he did something everyone regretted. Miranda’s fingers tangled into Tyler's shirt like the thoughts that tangled up her synapses.
He could feel her uncertainty. Worry and concern dotted his thoughts, but they all had to get to the lodge. Old Man Groves had been a good man. It was a pity the spitfire finally passed. A small bead of regret and woe squeezed at Tyler's thoughts. Miranda's grandpa was the only one in her family who liked him.
As they rolled up to the cabin, the engines cut out. Silence drilled into her ears, startling her from her thoughts. She wrenched the helmet off, the twittering of birds and sounds of the forest filling her ears. Sound resuming settled her frayed nerves.
The cabin was rather large and, from the front, housed six windows. A veranda wrapped around the squat building. Miranda knew, in the back, a small smoking house loomed above what counted as a 'backyard.' Wisps of memories teased and taunted her thoughts. The sound of a rocking chair, long sold. The vaguely cherry-scented pipe smoke. Her stomach churned, as she hopped off the motorcycle.
They didn't speak until they got through the front door. Thankfully, Miranda had a copy of the key. After setting down their bags of supplies, Jack turned to the women, “What's the plan now?”
“This laptop lets me work wherever and gives me access to accounts,” said Miranda as she hefted the laptop, still hidden among useless papers in a folder, onto the closest table. She lifted the computer from the papers and powered it on. Even though it would have a charge – and a long battery life – she had brought her extra charger. She hoped electricity was still siphoned to the cabin. “I'll go through Pete's files with a fine-toothed comb.”
Naomi piped up, from
The two women stood in the office, staring at the man as he left. People cast curious glances into the room, looking away quickly as they saw the expressions on their faces. Miranda stared down at the piece of paper. Baldie's presumable cellphone number stained the paper.
She turned sharply back to the cabinet, tucking the paper into the folder with the rest. After securing the cabinet, she gently pushed the fake wall back into place before Naomi spoke. “Do you think he was telling the truth?”
“Which part?”
“About Pete wanting loose ends severed.” Something shook in Naomi's voice.
Miranda's tension eased. Her friend didn't just have her own safety to worry about. She had her child's. Even if all of this ended, would her child be safe? Miranda tried to force a reassuring smile to her lips. “He probably said that to scare us, Naomi.”
Naomi stared out the doorway. Her brows furrowed and her face pale. She swallowed and shook her head, her own halfhearted smile to her lips. “You're right. Do we have everything?”
Miranda nodded, relieved to escape the bank. She waited for someone else to come barging in and threatening their plans, like her father. “Let's go.” She threw one last glance at her office before flicking the light off. Mingling emotions clashed in her head – uncertainty for the future, comfort in the familiar, and sadness having to say goodbye, even temporarily. She tightened her grip on the laptop still hidden in her hands. If she didn't help Tyler, he and Jack would die. Where would that leave her and Naomi? Where would that leave Naomi and Jack's child?
With a sense of purpose, she cut the power to the office and closed the door.
CHAPTER TEN
The four had made it to Miranda's late grandfather's hunting cabin without incident. Taking back roads, it had taken them little over two hours to reach the lodge. The entire ride was silent, save for the wind whipping against their helmets. Throughout the ride, Miranda hugged Tyler tightly, debating with herself.
Naomi's fears warbled through her head. She still hadn't told Jack about the baby. He should really know, before he did something everyone regretted. Miranda’s fingers tangled into Tyler's shirt like the thoughts that tangled up her synapses.
He could feel her uncertainty. Worry and concern dotted his thoughts, but they all had to get to the lodge. Old Man Groves had been a good man. It was a pity the spitfire finally passed. A small bead of regret and woe squeezed at Tyler's thoughts. Miranda's grandpa was the only one in her family who liked him.
As they rolled up to the cabin, the engines cut out. Silence drilled into her ears, startling her from her thoughts. She wrenched the helmet off, the twittering of birds and sounds of the forest filling her ears. Sound resuming settled her frayed nerves.
The cabin was rather large and, from the front, housed six windows. A veranda wrapped around the squat building. Miranda knew, in the back, a small smoking house loomed above what counted as a 'backyard.' Wisps of memories teased and taunted her thoughts. The sound of a rocking chair, long sold. The vaguely cherry-scented pipe smoke. Her stomach churned, as she hopped off the motorcycle.
They didn't speak until they got through the front door. Thankfully, Miranda had a copy of the key. After setting down their bags of supplies, Jack turned to the women, “What's the plan now?”
“This laptop lets me work wherever and gives me access to accounts,” said Miranda as she hefted the laptop, still hidden among useless papers in a folder, onto the closest table. She lifted the computer from the papers and powered it on. Even though it would have a charge – and a long battery life – she had brought her extra charger. She hoped electricity was still siphoned to the cabin. “I'll go through Pete's files with a fine-toothed comb.”
Naomi piped up, from
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