Three months had passed since Albert Higgins walked away from the Dallas house on Thunderbird Road and permanently silenced his son\u2019s desperate phone calls. The peaceful life he built afterward in Fredericksburg felt almost unreal compared to the constant tension he once endured.
\nEvery morning now began with warm coffee on his wraparound porch while golden Texas sunlight rolled across the quiet hills. Nobody ordered him to stay hidden in his room anymore. Nobody treated him like a burden inside his own family.
\nFor the first time in years\u2026 Albert finally felt free.
\nBut even freedom could not completely erase the ache of losing a son.
\nSometimes late at night, he still remembered Logan as a little boy laughing with mustard smeared across his cheeks at baseball games. He remembered tiny sneakers running across kitchen floors. School graduations. Birthday candles. Christmas mornings.
\nThose memories never truly disappeared.
\nAlbert simply learned how to live beside them.
\nOne calm Thursday evening, while a soft breeze rustled through the oak trees outside his new home, Albert sat quietly in his rocking chair reading financial news on his tablet.<\/p>\n
Then came a slow knock at the front door.
\nNot loud.
\nNot confident.
\nWeak.
\nAlmost hesitant.
\nAlbert frowned slightly and glanced toward the clock.
\n7:42 PM.
\nNobody usually visited that late.
\nHe stood slowly, walked across the wooden floorboards, and opened the door carefully.
\nThe moment he saw the man standing there\u2026
\nHis chest tightened.
\nLogan looked absolutely destroyed.
\nHis expensive dealership suits were gone, replaced by wrinkled jeans and a faded gray hoodie. Dark circles hung beneath his exhausted eyes, and his beard had grown uneven like he had stopped caring about himself weeks ago.
\nBut what shocked Albert most\u2026<\/p>\n
Was the thick envelope clutched tightly in his trembling hand.
\n\u201cDad\u2026\u201d Logan whispered hoarsely.
\nAlbert said nothing at first.
\nThe silence between them felt heavier than concrete.
\nFinally, Logan lowered his eyes toward the porch floor.
\n\u201cShe left me,\u201d he admitted quietly.
\nAlbert\u2019s face remained unreadable.
\nThe evening wind shifted softly between them.
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d Albert asked calmly.
\nLogan swallowed hard.
\n\u201cShe emptied everything that was left\u2026 every account\u2026 every dollar after the settlement.\u201d His voice cracked painfully. \u201cAnd before she disappeared\u2026 she left me this.\u201d
\nHe slowly handed over the envelope.
\nAlbert took it without emotion and opened it carefully beneath the warm porch light.
\nInside were divorce papers.
\nBut tucked behind them\u2026<\/p>\n
Was something far worse.
\nA stack of printed bank statements.
\nAlbert\u2019s experienced accountant eyes immediately narrowed.
\nOffshore wire transfers.
\nHidden withdrawals.
\nUnknown business accounts.
\nLarge amounts.
\nVery large amounts.
\nHe flipped another page.
\nThen another.
\nHis calm expression slowly hardened.
\nChelsea had not simply destroyed Logan financially.<\/p>\n
She had been secretly stealing from him for years.
\nAlbert looked back up slowly.
\n\u201cHow long have you known?\u201d he asked quietly.
\nLogan\u2019s eyes filled with shame.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t,\u201d he whispered. \u201cI swear to you, Dad\u2026 I didn\u2019t know any of this was happening.\u201d
\nAlbert studied his son carefully.
\nFor the first time in many years\u2026
\nHe no longer saw Chelsea speaking through him.
\nHe saw fear.
\nRegret.
\nAnd complete exhaustion.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe drained the dealership commission accounts,\u201d Logan admitted shakily. \u201cShe opened credit lines in my name\u2026 forged signatures\u2026 moved money through shell accounts\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s jaw tightened slightly.<\/p>\n
That was not careless spending anymore.<\/p>\n
That was calculated fraud.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried to stop her after you left,\u201d Logan continued weakly. \u201cBut by then she already controlled everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
The porch grew quiet again.<\/p>\n
Finally, Albert stepped aside from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside,\u201d he said calmly.<\/p>\n
Logan froze in disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re\u2026 letting me in?\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert looked directly into his son\u2019s tired eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re still my son,\u201d he answered quietly. \u201cEven if you forgot how to be one for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
The moment those words landed\u2026<\/p>\n
Logan broke.<\/p>\n
He covered his face with both hands as years of guilt crashed down onto him all at once.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Dad\u2026\u201d he choked out. \u201cGod\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert said nothing.<\/p>\n
Because some pain was too deep for immediate forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Inside the warm living room, Logan sat nervously at the dining table while Albert reviewed every document carefully under the bright kitchen light.<\/p>\n
The numbers told a horrifying story.<\/p>\n
Chelsea had secretly accumulated nearly $210,000 in hidden liabilities across multiple lenders, luxury accounts, and fake consulting businesses.<\/p>\n
But one transaction caught Albert\u2019s full attention.<\/p>\n
A payment labeled:<\/p>\n
LOCKHART HOLDINGS LLC \u2014 $78,000<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s eyes narrowed dangerously.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this company?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
Logan looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026 I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert slowly slid the paper across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible,\u201d he replied coldly. \u201cBecause your name is attached to it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s face lost all color.<\/p>\n
Albert immediately understood what had happened.<\/p>\n
Chelsea had used Logan as a financial shield the entire marriage.<\/p>\n
And if investigators followed the paper trail\u2026<\/p>\n
Logan could end up facing criminal charges himself.<\/p>\n
The room suddenly felt much colder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do I do?\u201d Logan whispered helplessly.<\/p>\n
Albert leaned back slowly in his chair.<\/p>\n
For several long seconds, the only sound was the ticking clock on the kitchen wall.<\/p>\n
Then Albert finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou tell me the entire truth,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cNo more protecting her. No more silence. No more weakness.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan stared down at the table.<\/p>\n
And then\u2026<\/p>\n
He revealed the secret that changed everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d he whispered shakily, \u201cChelsea wasn\u2019t the only one hiding something from you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s eyes lifted slowly.<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s hands trembled violently.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had a daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cA little girl,\u201d Logan continued softly. \u201cFive years old now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s heartbeat stopped cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Dad\u2026\u201d Logan whispered with tears filling his eyes\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s your granddaughter.\u201d
\nAlbert gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.<\/p>\n
For several long seconds, he could not speak.<\/p>\n
The tiny frightened voice on the other end shattered something deep inside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily?\u201d he whispered carefully.<\/p>\n
A soft sniffle answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
His granddaughter.<\/p>\n
Real.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Scared.<\/p>\n
Across the kitchen table, Logan immediately shot to his feet, panic flooding his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that her?!\u201d he mouthed desperately.<\/p>\n
Albert raised one hand sharply, silencing him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart,\u201d Albert said gently into the phone, \u201care you safe right now?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
Then came the heartbreaking sound of a child trying not to cry.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy keeps yelling on the phone,\u201d Lily whispered. \u201cAnd she says bad people are trying to take us away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s jaw tightened instantly.<\/p>\n
Chelsea was poisoning the child with fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to me very carefully, Lily,\u201d Albert said softly. \u201cNobody is going to hurt you. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then the little girl asked the question that nearly broke him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you really my grandpa?\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert felt his throat tighten painfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he whispered. \u201cI really am.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the other side of the line\u2026<\/p>\n
Lily started quietly crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mommy said you didn\u2019t want us anymore\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert turned away from Logan so his son would not see the tears suddenly filling his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not true,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cI have wanted to meet you every single day without even knowing your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
The child sniffled softly again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound nice,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
Albert sat down slowly in the chair beside the counter because his legs suddenly felt weak.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can you see around you, sweetheart?\u201d he asked carefully.<\/p>\n
Lily hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cA swimming pool outside,\u201d she answered quietly. \u201cAnd a big blue sign with a cowboy on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s experienced mind immediately focused.<\/p>\n
Hotel.<\/p>\n
Probably roadside.<\/p>\n
Chelsea was moving fast.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you tell me anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIce machine\u2026\u201d Lily whispered after looking around. \u201cAnd mommy keeps talking about New Mexico.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert grabbed the legal pad instantly and wrote everything down.<\/p>\n
Pool.
\nCowboy sign.
\nNew Mexico.<\/p>\n
Logan stood frozen nearby, barely breathing.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, another voice exploded in the background.<\/p>\n
\u201cLILY!\u201d<\/p>\n
Chelsea.<\/p>\n
The child gasped in fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to go\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
The line disconnected.<\/p>\n
Silence crashed into the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Logan grabbed both sides of his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God\u2026 oh my God\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert stared at the dead phone screen with terrifying calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s running,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
Logan looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do we do now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert slowly stood up.<\/p>\n
Then he walked to the hallway closet and pulled out an old leather briefcase.<\/p>\n
The same one he had carried during thirty-five years of financial investigations.<\/p>\n
He placed it carefully onto the kitchen table and opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside were neatly organized folders, spare phones, legal documents, and handwritten contact lists accumulated over decades.<\/p>\n
Logan blinked in disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept all this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert calmly loaded papers into separate sections.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccountants survive by preparing for disasters before they happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he pulled out a business card.<\/p>\n
GAVIN FLETCHER \u2014 PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS<\/p>\n
Albert immediately dialed the number.<\/p>\n
Gavin answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d Gavin said dryly, \u201cI was wondering how long peace would last.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the child,\u201d Albert replied.<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then Gavin\u2019s voice sharpened instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know exactly yet. Somewhere near the Texas-New Mexico route. Motel with a cowboy sign and pool.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat narrows it down to about fifty places,\u201d Gavin muttered.<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s eyes darkened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen start narrowing faster.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin immediately understood the seriousness in Albert\u2019s tone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll activate my contacts,\u201d he replied. \u201cGive me one hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Logan stared helplessly at his father.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d really do all this\u2026 after everything I did to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert looked directly at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis stopped being about you the second I heard that little girl cry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those words hit Logan harder than any insult ever could.<\/p>\n
He slowly sat down and buried his face in his trembling hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI failed everybody\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert did not comfort him.<\/p>\n
Because deep down\u2026<\/p>\n
They both knew it was true.<\/p>\n
An hour later, Gavin called back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the motel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert immediately grabbed the phone tighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside Amarillo,\u201d Gavin answered. \u201cBlue Mesa Motor Lodge. Cheap place near the interstate. Registered under Chelsea Lockhart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan shot upright.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s really running.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Albert corrected coldly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s cornered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin continued speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut there\u2019s another problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChelsea withdrew nearly forty thousand dollars cash this morning,\u201d Gavin explained. \u201cAnd according to motel staff\u2026 she\u2019s meeting someone tomorrow night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert narrowed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Gavin exhaled slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man named Victor Mendez.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s face instantly lost color.<\/p>\n
Albert noticed immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan looked horrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s dangerous,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
The room grew deadly quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used to finance Chelsea\u2019s failed business deals\u2026 but rumors say he launders money through shell companies.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert slowly understood everything.<\/p>\n
The fake accounts.
\nThe offshore transfers.
\nThe fraud.<\/p>\n
Chelsea had not simply been reckless.<\/p>\n
She had gotten involved with criminals.<\/p>\n
And now\u2026<\/p>\n
His granddaughter was trapped in the middle of it.
\nAlbert did not waste another second.<\/p>\n
\u201cPack a bag,\u201d he told Logan calmly. \u201cWe leave tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan blinked in shock.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re coming with me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert grabbed his car keys from the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat little girl called me Grandpa,\u201d he replied quietly. \u201cI\u2019m not abandoning her now.\u201d<\/p>\n
The drive toward Amarillo began under a black Texas sky filled with distant lightning. Logan sat silently in the passenger seat while Albert drove with both hands steady on the wheel.<\/p>\n
The tension inside the truck felt unbearable.<\/p>\n
Finally, after nearly two hours of silence, Logan spoke weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something else you should know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert kept his eyes on the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen say it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Mendez\u2026 he and Chelsea weren\u2019t just business partners.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s expression darkened instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think they were involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found messages after she disappeared.\u201d His voice cracked. \u201cHundreds of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert already knew the answer before hearing it.<\/p>\n
Affair.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Chelsea had been building an escape plan while draining Logan financially from the shadows.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told him Lily was a burden,\u201d Logan whispered painfully. \u201cSaid she wanted freedom again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s grip tightened around the steering wheel.<\/p>\n
A child.<\/p>\n
Her own child.<\/p>\n
Reduced to an inconvenience.<\/p>\n
For the first time in many years\u2026<\/p>\n
Albert truly hated someone.<\/p>\n
Around midnight, they finally pulled into Amarillo beneath flickering motel lights.<\/p>\n
BLUE MESA MOTOR LODGE.<\/p>\n
A giant faded cowboy sign stood beside the highway exactly as Lily described.<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was here\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside the motel office, an exhausted clerk looked up nervously as Albert approached the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert calmly placed a folded hundred-dollar bill onto the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m looking for my granddaughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The clerk glanced at the money\u2026 then quietly lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe blonde woman in room 214 checked out an hour ago,\u201d he whispered. \u201cBut she left in a hurry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert immediately leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the little girl with her?\u201d<\/p>\n
The clerk nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe looked scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan cursed under his breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone else arrive?\u201d Albert asked sharply.<\/p>\n
The clerk hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then his face tightened nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cBlack Escalade. No plates.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert and Logan exchanged a grim look.<\/p>\n
Victor.<\/p>\n
The clerk lowered his voice further.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard screaming outside before they left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of screaming?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe woman kept yelling that she needed more time.\u201d The clerk swallowed nervously. \u201cThe guy told her she already owed too much money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert instantly understood.<\/p>\n
Chelsea had gotten trapped.<\/p>\n
And now dangerous people were collecting.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat direction did they go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWest.\u201d<\/p>\n
The moment they rushed back outside, Albert\u2019s phone suddenly vibrated again.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Albert answered instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily?\u201d<\/p>\n
But the voice that answered was not the child.<\/p>\n
It was Chelsea.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to stop following us,\u201d she snapped viciously.<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s eyes turned cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut Lily on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen listen carefully,\u201d Albert replied calmly. \u201cWhatever trouble you\u2019re in\u2026 it\u2019s bigger than you can handle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chelsea laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you know everything because you\u2019re good with money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Albert answered quietly. \u201cI know desperate people. And desperate people make fatal mistakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then her voice cracked slightly for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what Victor will do if I can\u2019t pay him back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert immediately focused.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chelsea hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then finally whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo hundred thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan nearly collapsed beside the truck.<\/p>\n
Albert closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
This was far worse than hidden shopping debt.<\/p>\n
Victor Mendez owned her now.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d Albert demanded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t help me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChelsea.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time ever\u2026<\/p>\n
His voice carried genuine authority.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to me carefully. Men like Victor don\u2019t forgive debt. They don\u2019t negotiate. And if Lily stays near him\u2026\u201d Albert\u2019s voice hardened dangerously, \u201c\u2026that child will grow up around criminals.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chelsea suddenly started crying quietly.<\/p>\n
Not fake crying.<\/p>\n
Real panic.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he\u2019d take her away from me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chelsea breathed shakily into the phone.<\/p>\n
Then suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n
A man\u2019s voice exploded somewhere near her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chelsea gasped.<\/p>\n
The phone shifted violently.<\/p>\n
Then came Lily screaming.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy!\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s heart slammed against his chest.<\/p>\n
Then a deep unfamiliar male voice came onto the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou the old man with the money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor.<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s face became completely emotionless.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Victor replied smoothly. \u201cBecause your family owes me a fortune.\u201d<\/p>\n
Behind him, Albert could hear Chelsea crying and Lily sobbing in fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet them go,\u201d Albert said coldly.<\/p>\n
Victor laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends how much your granddaughter means to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went silent for two terrifying seconds.<\/p>\n
Then Victor spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cBring five hundred thousand dollars cash by sunrise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if I don\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s voice became deadly calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you\u2019ll never see the little girl again.\u201d
\nAlbert stood motionless beside the truck while the dead phone line hummed softly against his ear.<\/p>\n
Five hundred thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
By sunrise.<\/p>\n
Or Lily disappears forever.<\/p>\n
The cold Amarillo wind swept across the empty motel parking lot as Logan stared at his father in horror.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d Logan whispered.<\/p>\n
Albert lowered the phone slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s knees nearly buckled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert\u2019s voice remained terrifyingly calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants five hundred thousand cash.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan grabbed his hair with shaking hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to call the police!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Albert answered instantly.<\/p>\n
Logan froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?!\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert turned toward him sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cMen like Victor panic when police get involved. Panic makes dangerous men unpredictable.\u201d His eyes hardened. \u201cAnd right now Lily is sitting somewhere beside them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Logan\u2019s breathing became uneven.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what do we do?!\u201d<\/p>\n
Albert stared toward the dark highway.<\/p>\n
Then quietly said:<\/p>\n
\u201cWe outsmart him.\u201d\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n
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