Chapter 78

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Green Room

1:17 P.M.

Gray texted me all morning, tried to call my cell all morning, and sent me a dozen emails. Such messages included:

Looking for you. I’m sorry.

Where are you? Can we talk?

Forgive me. I was a fool. Toby is gone for good.

Please, call me. Please. Please.

You can’t do this to me…us.

Dixon, we need to talk about this. I apologize.

Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.

I don’t know what I was thinking, really.

Just call.

I was looking off into space in the bedroom of the bed and breakfast’s “Green Room” when Mike phoned me. I pressed Answer.

He immediately asked in a caring but rushed tone, “Where are you?”

“Tucker’s.” Everyone knew the bed and breakfast by that simple name. “I’m safe here. Why?”