the tarmac at the private airfield.

it?" he asked, his

I said, my own voice flat, devoi

re in twenty minutes. We' ll sec

, Andrew. No teams. N

ing with his loyalty to me. "This isn' t a

is is a family matter. I will handle it." I took a deep breath

y that had taken root in my soul. He nodded slowly, a silent understan

the wealthy, gated community seemed alien, a facade of peace and order hiding a rott

nanny, and an older woman I assumed was her mother, Debra. They were flan

g Molly in the shoulder. "She' s not coming back. Ever.

lly cried, her small voice

r said, grabbing Molly' s arm and twisting it

last thread of my

cked it open. The heavy oak splinter

ixture of shock and fear. Molly' s eyes widened

" she w

he hell are you?" she shrieked.

bed her wrist, and used her own momentum to slam her face

eamed and fumbled for her phone. "Secu

d gaze on her.