Chapter 61

Aaron felt sick to the stomach.

Uncle Will had made sure of that, hadn’t he?

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Aaron wasn’t sure how he got through the next ten minutes. When Uncle Will pulled him into a hug, Aaron wanted nothing more than to shove him roughly away, to grab for his gun. To hold it against his forehead and demand answers or something crazy like that. Instead he thanked Uncle Will for taking care of selling the house, and promised he and Charlie would leave now and hope Quinn would catch them up.

“To Vegas, probably,” he said when Uncle Will asked. “That’s the plan, anyhow.”

Charlie caught his gaze, but didn’t contradict him.

They waved Uncle Will off from the front door. Aaron kept his smile plastered on as the headlights of Uncle Will’s cruiser arced over his face as Will reversed down the driveway.

Then he slammed the door shut.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked.