I texted Rowan back ten goddamn times and called twice without a response. This was exactly what I’d been afraid of. The crazy woman had gone off half-cocked and would end up dead.

Fucking fuck.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? The Wellington house was only ten minutes from my place if traffic cooperated, but then what? If I showed up and there wasn’t a problem, I might create one. The asshole knew me now and would no doubt tell his father about the incident. Bringing any more attention to myself wouldn’t help me learn more about a possible abduction or the guns. So where did that leave me?

As far as I could tell, it was time to call in a favor.

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