Violet POV 

My mouth dropped open in shock, and for a moment my brain stumbled, unable to process. “Billy and Joe… What the hell?” 

There was a nervous tinge to Pippa’s voice. “I have been trying their numbers, but they are not answering. The phones were inactive for a while, and when I finally got through, it went to voicemail.”

“Have you called Martha?” I asked as I tried to stop myself from trembling. My gaze went to the rearview mirror, and I found ...