Page 10 of The Savior

Chelsea jumped then rolled her eyes. “Jeez, Liam. You almost scared the vanilla wafers out of me.”

“Where did this come from?” He held the envelope upright.

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” He shook it as though she needed to look again. “Where it came from or who it’s from?”

“Both.” Chelsea walked to the kitchen sink and pulled open the cabinet. She pulled a new trash bag free and lined the can then slid the can back into place. “What’s going on with you?”

He searched the kitchen wildly as if it could offer answers. “Where are Linda and Frank?”

“I’m not sure you should bother them like this.”

“Like what?” He stared at his name on the envelope.

“Like you’re losing your mind.”

His jaw clenched. “Where are they?”

“Probably relaxing. Which you might want to consider.”

He ignored Chelsea and paced.Who would have this?

He could call the FBI agent who had taken his statement. Maybe he could call in a favor at work. But dammit, his contacts were rooted soundly in war zones, not in the city of agencies and red tape. He had absolutely zero connections in the United States.

Except for… he turned.

Except forChelsea.

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