Grant

“What did you just say?” I snapped into the phone the moment I stepped into the guest bedroom and shut the door behind me.

The line crackled softly. My Jack's voice came through, cautious, almost too careful.

“That number that’s been calling Mrs. Bennett belongs to Hunter’s friend. The one he keeps meeting under that bridge .”

My stomach tightened.

“What the hell is going on? Is Hunter trying to scare my wife? Or something worse?”

“I’m on it,” he assured me ...