Page 34 of Finding Peace
I see Sebastian’s name on the screen and grab it before it can ring a second time.
My pulse spikes even more.
“Talk to me,” I say the moment I answer.
“Found them,” Sebastian says, voice low and clipped.
“The Coates brothers?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I move back to the desk, planting my hand flat against the wood. “Where?”
Sebastian exhales. “Not far. They didn’t go as far as I thought they did. They’re holed up about two hours out—remote, but not invisible. There’s someone else with them. I’m assuming someone tied to Keller. I’m running facial recognition on him now, but I wanted to call you right away.”
My jaw tightens. “Send me everything. Coordinates. Names. Anything you’ve got.”
“It’s already on its way.” I close my eyes for half a second. “Are you sure you don’t want us there? We can be there before noon.”
The sight of Abigail falling down the embankment flashes through my mind. “No. We’ve got this.”
This is it.
“Alright. Well, it doesn’t look like they’re planning to be there for more than a few more days.”
“They won’t get the chance to move,” I say.
“Call us if you change your mind. I’ll send over the information on the other guy once I have it.”
“Thanks, Sebastian.”
When the call ends, the office feels different. Charged. Like the air itself knows something has shifted.
Straightening, I mentally catalogue what comes next. What needs to be done. How to protect what’s ours.
Because that’s what this is now.
Not revenge.
Not business.
But protection.
And Abigail is at the center of it.
She’s at the center ofeverything.
Chapter twelve
Abigail
It’sstrangethethingsyou notice when you’re trying not to think about what’s waiting at the end of the road.
I’m wedged between Jasper and Linc in the backseat, my thighs brushing theirs every time Beau shifts gears or the tires catch in a rut. The middle seat belt digs into my collarbone, and I don’t bother adjusting it. The discomfort feels…appropriate.
I didn’t miss the way each of them grabbed a handgun before we left the house.
Didn’t miss the quiet efficiency of it. No dramatics. No speeches. Just metal checked, slides pulled back, safeties confirmed. Jasper tucked his at the small of his back. Lincoln slid his beneath his jacket while his brother holstered his at his hip. And Beau clipped his beneath his coat and met my eyes like heknewI was watching.
