Perhaps she’d decided to grant him a reprieve.

“There’s something you need to know about Leighton and Trey’s wishes,” she said. Her voice cracked. That wasn’t the Mitzi he knew. It sounded as if she were speaking under duress.

“I know their wishes,” he said, his voice taking on an agitated edge. “Why the hell do you think I’ve been tying myself up in knots to make our dream of going back to our original sound a reality? They’d agreed to work on the new music. I was the last person to talk to them.”

“No, you weren’t. I was. They called me in the car on the way to the airport.”

“You?” he fired back. “Why did they call you?”

Did Mitzi know about the fight?

She kept her gaze trained on the road as they merged onto the highway. “There’s no easy way to say this.”

He took off his cap and ran his hands through his dark mess of hair. “Just say it. Give it to me straight.”

“Trey and your sister wanted out.”

“Out of what?” he rasped.

“Out of the band. Out of Heartthrob Warfare.”