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“Yeah, but she might’ve been tempted to do whatever it took to get you back,” Liam points out. “Psycho, remember?”
Fair point.
“The car that struck Margo and Robert, driven by someone we don’t know, which belonged to Tobias, was either stolen or loaned out. Tobias and Lydia have history.” Eli exhales. “Lydia also has history with a lot of Emery-Rose students because she was, for a little while, very involved in Caleb’s life.”
“We’ve been over this eight thousand times,” Liam grumbles.
“But we’re nowhere closer to solving this puzzle, now are we?”
“What are they hiding?” I ask. “Mom’s apartment was broken into, and she now claims Amber was taken. But she refused to call the police. Why?”
“Because…” Liam shrugs.
Eli and Theo both shake their heads.
Because, because…
“Because Margo saw Amber at the diner. What if that’s related to everything?” I stand. “Whoever took Amber very well might be targeting Margo, too. They just couldn’t get to her because she’s been with someone this whole time.”
They stand, too, quickly grabbing their things.
“We’ll cover for you,” Theo says. “Take my car.”
Eli catches the keys he tosses, and then we’re gone. Through the athletic hallway, into the locker room. Someone has already propped open the emergency exit with a pencil, barely keeping it from closing, and we slip through it.
“You don’t think Margo’s in danger, do you?”
“She’s at home, and normally I’d say there would be no way, but…”
Eli nods. “Happy to assist, man. Let’s just get out as quietly as possible.”
It has been rather quiet, now that he mentions it.
And that’s never a good thing.
Chapter 29
Margo
Caleb glances at me. He ended up skipping school and coming to get me in Theo’s car. He said something about getting that chat over with, and my stomach swooped. I knew exactly what he meant.
So here we sit in the prison’s visitor parking lot, staring at the entrance.
It’s just as nerve-racking the second time.
“Do you think they told him what happened?” I ask.
He lifts one shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“He hasn’t called or anything.”
“I don’t?—”
“Know, yeah. Got it.”
He reaches over and laces his fingers with mine. “Nervous?”
“How’d you guess?”