Page 47 of Finding Peace
She doesn’t look at me as she whispers, “I know.”
But it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself it’s true rather than believe it.
Beau starts pacing. “We’ve got nothing here. No paperwork. No maps. No photos.”
Lawson pulls out his phone. “I’m calling Sebastian.”
He steps outside for better reception, and Abigail drifts toward the small bedroom again, standing in the doorway like she’s trying to will something into existence.
I lean against the wall and immediately regret it as pain shoots across my ribs.
“Sit down for Christ’s sake,” Beau says.
“So bossy.”
He rolls his eyes and nudges me toward the couch. I collapse onto it with a grunt.
“Graceful,” he remarks.
“Shut up.”
A minute later, Lawson comes back in.
“Sebastian’s working on it,” he says. "He’s going to try to track Victor’s vehicle. See where they’re headed.”
“Anything on Keller?” Lincoln asks.
“He’s digging. Luca’s pulling financials again. Offshore accounts. Shell companies. Property holdings.”
Abigail turns slowly. “Do—do you think he’s keeping her somewhere likethis?”
The question lingers before Lawson responds, “No.”
“Then where?”
Lincoln answers this time. “Somewhere controlled. Somewhere no one would think to look.”
Beau exhales. “So, we’re back to square one.”
“No,” Law corrects. “We’re down to one Coates brother. They know we can find them now. We’re closing in.”
“Silver linings,” I mutter.
No one laughs. Not even Beau.
Silence fills the room as snow taps lightly against the windows.
Leaning back, I let my head rest against the back of the couch and close my eyes.
For a second.
I just need a second.
But the minute I close my eyes, all I see is how close that bullet came to Abigail.
Or how close Victor came to crushing my throat.
Or how Lincoln didn’t hesitate to fire his gun.
