“No, go ahead.” Beau helped her get into the truck, shut the door, and then made his way to the driver’s side. He knew that the call would change their plans for the evening. Savannah’s entire mood shifted when the phone call came through, effectively finishing their date for them.
By the time Beau entered the truck, Savannah’s back was rigid, and she was perched on the end of the seat. She was facing forward, but he wondered if she saw anything beyond the dashboard.
Beau tried not to listen to her end of the conversation, but it was hard to ignore, even as he turned on the car and tuned the radio.
“Hilary, do you really think that’s necessary? I mean, how could they have found me already?”
“Well, yes, obviously I’m using the same phone. I didn’t think they’d be able to track me using it. I don’t even know how they got the number.”
Beau had heard enough. He knew she had been in Carson because she lost her job, but it was obviously something more than that. Cliff and Jameson had told him that she had gotten herself into trouble with a small group of cartel members by reporting the animal at her last clinic, but Beau hadn’t wanted to hear anything more. He wanted Savannah to tell him, to trust him with that information.
But now, it seemed that time was of the essence.
“Fine,” Savannah said before saying goodbye to whoever was on the end of the call and putting her phone away.
Beau put the truck in gear and made his way back to the town. He assumed the silence would cause Savannah to crack, and he was right. It took only five minutes into the drive before she told him everything she had left out. The threatening letter was sent to her apartment and her job, then the package she received that day.
He knew there was only one place to go to finish their date, and Beau directed the vehicle to the middle of Carson’s downtown.
Savannah seemed upset as they traveled the road, but she cracked a smile as he held his hand out for hers.
“Do you really think this is necessary?” she asked as he parallel parked the truck in front of the nondescript brick building. Only a small concrete sign above the door told anyone what was inside.
“I think you don’t really have a choice now. You know, I haven’t finished a date at the police station before. I guess there’s a first for everything.”