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“And what about my phone?”
Turner’s brow furrows. “What about it?”
“I don’t have one anymore, and my guess is that people will want to know why.” The thought starts to give me anxiety, bursting through the illusion that I could somehow stay quietly with Turner for the rest of my life.
“Hey,” Turner tips my chin toward him. “It’s all okay. I’ll figure it out. It’s easy to say you lost your phone in the blizzard.”
“Adam’s jeep is in your barn,” I reason, as Turner shifts up the bed and wraps his arms around me. “What are we supposed to do about that?”
“I’ve gotten rid of vehicles before.” His voice is quiet. “I’ll put it in the river not far from here. I’ll take care of that. You don’t have to worry about it, Em. I’ve got it.”
“You buried your brother under a tree that could easily be spotted if the cops came and searched your place.” I turn to him, starting to feel a sense of worry. “What would happen?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Maybe I’d go to prison. Maybe that wouldn’t be the end of the world. I don’t care. I did what I did.” The sincerity in his voice calms my mind, but only for a split second. Gunner lets out a bark, and Turner’s entire expression grows stone cold.
“What is it?” I ask him as he lunges off the bed, grabbing his clothes.
Just as he opens his mouth to answer me, I hear it.
Sirens.
Chapter 23
Turner
I knewthis would happen eventually.
I swallow the apprehension as I finish dressing and head for the front door of the cabin. I opened the gate this morning, thinking that Emersyn and Gunner would be leaving, and I’d be left to decompose in the barn. Instead, I’m now trudging out into the afternoon to face cops.
Merry Christmas to me.
“Thomas Martin?” the officer calls out as he climbs out of his SUV, parked behind Em’s dug out truck.
“Turner,” I correct him, coming down the steps to greet the officer. He’s around my age, and honestly, is a rather puny guy with gray hair and mustache. I could take him, but that would be an even worse idea than letting myself live. “Thomas is my brother.”
“Ah, right. I forgot you moved in all those years ago. Never really see much of you.” He watches my reaction with icy eyes, already full of suspicion.
“Yeah, I don’t get out much,” I answer him flatly. “What can I do for you?”
He points to the truck. “For starters, you can tell me why this truck is in your driveway.”
I shrug. “Yeah, it’s Emersyn’s. She accidentally pulled in here at the start of the blizzard. Got stuck. I dug her out this morning when the roads were finally cleared.”
“Andwhereis she?” He lightens a little, but not much. “She hasn’t been in contact with any of her family. They’ve been worried.”
“She’s inside,” I answer. “She lost her phone when she was walking up here. I don’t have a phone, but I’m sure you know that.”
“That’s what I’ve heard,” he grunts, just as the door of the cabin opens, and out walks Emersyn, dressed and wrapped up in her parka. I glance back at her, a slight smile on her face as she joins us.
“You must be Miss Lewis,” the officer says to her.
“I am…” Her voice trails off, and if she’s nervous, I can’t tell. “My GPS sent me the wrong way and then I ended up here.”
“I see that. Have you by chance spoken with Adam Shatz since your arrival here?” His eyes bore into hers, and my stomach knots up at the scrutiny.
She hesitates, like she’s thinking. “Well, I mean, yes and no. I was on the phone with him when I pulled in the driveway. I thought it was their family cabin, but I think I got really turned around. I dropped my phone in the snow when I was trying to make it to the cabin from here.” She pauses again, looking downtrodden. “I haven’t spoken to him since. I was planning on trying to either find the cabin or maybe drive to town for a new cell phone today. I’m not a great driver in snow,” she adds, her cheeks flushing.
Fuck, she is really playing this well.
