I grabbed the yearbook that I had brought with me off the dash.
“Here we are,” Ruby said.
I clutched at the book. “Here we are indeed.”
Chapter Thirty–Six
Jonah
My body swayed.
No! Had to stay focused. I drew the gun and aimed it at Wendy once more.
“Now you listen to me, you conniving, crazy bitch. You are going to walk me through what happened to my son. And don’t you leave out one single detail, or I will put a bullet in your heart and splatter your blood on this cheap carpeting. Do we understand each other?”
She nodded timidly, and I opened my mouth to speak—
The blare of a siren pierced through the silence.
Someone had found me.
At just the wrong time.
Just as I was about to get the information out of Wendy that I needed.
I turned toward the sounds that were growing louder by the second.
?
?Joe?”
I turned back to Wendy.
“What are you doing here?”
I lifted my eyebrows. “What did you call me?”
“I called you Joe. Short for Jonah. Your name.”
Now her sanity kicks in. Great.
“Wendy, where are we?”
“We’re in my home. Of course, I no longer live here. I live with my mother in Denver now. How did I get here?”
“You really want to know? You freaking kidnapped me and brought me here. You were convinced I was my father.”
She shook her head, her brow furrowing. “That doesn’t make any sense. You do look just like him, though.”
“You’ve been sending me stalking texts from some phone number in Iowa.”
She shook her head. “I don’t have any phone number in—”
Someone banged on the door. “Police! Open up!”
“Gladly,” I said under my breath, still holding the gun. I went to the door and opened it.
Two uniformed officers stood there, their guns drawn.