She had no idea how much he’d enjoyed taking care of her that afternoon. He scowled at her. “Both of us have things to do, I guess. Let me see if Ryan is around.”
He dialed the private number for Ryan’s office, and his uncle picked up on the first ring. “Fortune here.”
“Ryan, this is Griff. I wanted to let you know that we arrived safely.”
“Good.” He heard the older man take a deep breath. “Lily and I have both been worried sick all day. I’m glad you called.”
“We picked up enough supplies to last awhile, and no one followed us here. So we should be safe. Have you heard anything from College Station?”
“Not a thing.” Griff could practically hear Ryan frown. “I have a team of the best investigators in College Station working on the case, and none of them have been able to come up with even a hint of a lead. There’s no trace of the blue van. Apparently it vanished into thin air. And the management of Willa’s apartment building says they didn’t hire any painters or any carpet layers. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in that building when she arrived home.”
“So they were waiting specifically for her.” Griff felt a coldness squeeze his gut.
“That would be my guess. The only question is why.”
“I’m figuring it has something to do with you. Maybe they thought they could get ransom money out of you. Maybe it’s someone with a grudge. Someone like Cling Lockhart.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. “I’ve thought about that,” Ryan said finally, reluctantly. “And we both know what he’s capable of. Until we catch the culprits, take care of Willa. I think you’ll be safe where you are. Don’t take any chances with her. Or yourself.”
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
“That’s why I’m not worrying.”
Griff asked a few more questions about the cabin, and received instructions for turning on the heat and several other maintenance problems. He finally asked if he wanted to talk to Willa.
“Just give her my love,” Ryan said.
Reassured that Ryan was taking the threat seriously, Griff said goodbye, telling Ryan he’d talk to him again soon.
When he walked back into the main room, Willa watched him with wary eyes. “What did Ryan have to say?” she asked.
“They haven’t found anything. Not a trace of the van, not a trace of the housepainters. According to the management of your building, there were no painters or carpet layers scheduled to work that day.”
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