Chapter 238

MARCO KEPT PACE NEXT to Fiona. They'd taken a walk down the drive to the county road and were now headed back. Lunch had been a silent affair. So far the only thing she'd done since Ghost arrived was to stare off into the horizon and ask to use his phone. Other than that, they were all on pins and needles waiting for her to make-up her mind.

"Do you mind if I check my voicemail again?" she asked.

"No. Here." He unlocked his phone and handed it over.

She plugged in her number and pressed it to her ear.

He wished she'd listen to him. Maybe if he'd been...softer, she'd take his advice. People split from jobs all the time without a backward glance. The way he saw it, she needed to get as far away as she could and damn the consequences.

Fiona stopped in the middle of the dirt road, her eyes wide.

"What?" He didn't like the look on her face.