Page 105 of The Silent Note

What a crap-storm.

And I’m not referring to the weather.

I lost Grey and now she could be who knows where.

Angrily, I slam my fist against the steering wheel. After she escaped, I intended on getting in the car and chasing after her, but Dutch’s high tech car refused to start and insisted I needed the key. Since I opened his truck with the passcode, there was no key to be had.

By the time I figured out a way to by-pass that anti-theft alarm and get the car started, it was too late. Grey had disappeared.

Which is dangerous.

There’s a killer on the loose.

Matters with The Grateful Project have gotten chaotic, but I haven’t forgotten that someone cut the brakes on Grey’s car. I haven’t forgotten that she couldn’t sleep for fear that the killerwould come back. I haven’t forgotten dad’s warning about the people we’re messing with.

Slavno’s gone.

But the real murderer is out there.

And I have a sinking feeling they’re biding their time, waiting for the right moment to strike.

A dial tone rings through the car’s speakers. I look away from the road, perusing the giant interface in the dashboard as it calls Grey’s phone. A moment later, an automated voice tells me that I should leave a message.

“Dammit.” I punch the steering wheel harder this time.

Immediately, the dashboard lights up with a call from Dutch.

Gritting my teeth, I brace myself for a tongue lashing and accept the call.

But Dutch’s voice is calm when he says, “Where are you?”

“Heading home.”

“With Grey?”

“Grey’s…” I clear my throat. “I’m alone.”

There’s a harsh whisper on Dutch’s side and then my twin says, “Quick question, are you aware that most honeymoons happen in a hotel?”

My breath stalls.

“Is there a reason you chose to have yours in my car?” Dutch adds.

I slam on the brakes and my chest rams into the steering wheel with the force of a boulder. I bark out a cough.

“I’ll use the lambo until you take my truck to the cleaners.”

“Does everyone…?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Cadey’s disappointed in you.” He pauses. “She wanted me to pass that along.”

I can imagine my short sister-in-law glaring daggers at the phone while Dutch reads me for filth. But that’s rich coming from her. If I remember correctly, Cadey lost her V-card to Dutch on a kitchen table next to a sandwich.

“It wasn’t ideal,” I admit.

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