Page 130 of Wicked Promises

She pulls over, turning toward me. “He’s probably still running.”

“Yeah.” Still, that bad feeling I had? It only gets worse.

Maybe I’m panicking over nothing.

I call Theo.

“Wolfe,” Theo answers on the first ring. “You okay?”

“I… me? I’m fine.” I shake my head. “I was looking for Caleb.”

“Um… Like, you’re fine, as in, they’re releasing you from the hospital?”

I jerk back. I put the call on speaker, because maybe Riley will be able to make sense of what he’s saying. “Theo, I’m not at the hospital.”

“Oh. Girl must’ve been overreacting. She was crying like you were on the verge of death.”

In as calm a voice as I can manage, I say, “Theo. Where is Caleb?”

“We were on the run, and Claire came by. Said you had been in an accident—I’m glad you’re okay, by the way. She was taking Caleb to the hospital.”

I close my eyes. “I wasn’t in an accident.”

He’s quiet.

“Riley and I went to Caleb’s uncle’s house searching for something. And…”Just spit it out, Margo. “Claire is the one who’s been harassing me.”

“Fuck.” Something crashes in the background. “You’re telling me I let him get in the car with a psycho bitch?”

“I’m sure he made the choice himself,” Riley mutters. “Bullheaded boys.”

“Iheardthat, Applebottom,” Theo snaps.

“Okay, enough.” I glare at the phone. “We’ll find them.”

“Keep me posted,” he says.

The line goes dead. The fear working its way up my throat is going to bubble over at any moment.

“We can find him,” she says. “You know your foster sister?—”

“Clearlynot.” I drop my head into my hands. “How long has she had him? Twenty minutes? An hour? Is she going to hurt him? Kill him?”

Riley pinches my arm, hard enough that I flinch away from her.

“Stop it.” She pats the same place she pinched, a silent apology. “We just need to think.”

“I may not know her as well as I should,” I say slowly. “But…”

“Hanna,” Riley and I say at the same time.

She makes a U-turn and pulls into the driveway. “You want me to come in?”

I frown. “No. I’ll talk to her.”

I go back into the house that has started to feel much more terrible than I originally thought. It holds too many secrets and too many grudges.

I follow the sounds of the television to the living room set toward the back of the house. It’s one of the more lived-in rooms. I stop in the doorway.