Chapter 66

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Abby was trying to get to the car.

She almost betrayed her hiding place, but Dylan didn’t move. She didn’t trust Abby to be a source of rescue at all. Not her. Mr. Vanderguard was inside, she’d heard Abby yell that, Will Vanderguard was right there, and Abby—she had to be involved or at least know more about what was going on in this town than she should.

Not like it mattered anyway. Bruce grabbed Abby and yanked her to the ground. “You aren’t going anywhere, sweetie pie. Not until you tell me what you know.”

“I told you! I don’t know where Desmond is! We broke up a long time ago!”

Bruce almost growled.

Dylan just kept her head down, where she hid behind a stack of old junk, farm equipment and a burn barrel or something. The entire property just looked like junk.

Bruce was back on his feet. Will was down. He wasn’t moving. Had Bruce killed him?

Dylan stayed where she was, grateful her coat was dark purple. But her hair—it was shining, even though the sun was almost fully down now. If Bruce looked too far to the right, he was going to see her.

She didn’t know what to do now. Will had the keys to the car.

She wasn’t getting out of there until she could get those keys.

Get the keys, Dylan Geraldine. Get the keys.

She was going to do it.

Dylan was going to steal yet another car.

It really was her only option.