Then I was off, the motorcycle wobbling beneath my feet because I hadn’t ridden one since high school—and even then, it was a moped. I followed the road north out of Ardnoch, gunning the engine when I felt more confident.
The directions led me to a trail just narrow enough for a bike to traverse on the edge of McCulloch’s land.
And because I wasn’t a moron—and Fergus and McCulloch weren’t masterminds—I called Mac and told him everything in one big rush.
“Stay put!” he yelled in outrage as soon as I was done.
“If I don’t go to wherever it is they want me, they’ll hurt him. They’ve come too far now not to. I’ll get there and you find a way to follow me without alerting them.”
“Robyn—”
“We’re wasting time, Dad!”
“Fuck!” he bit out. “Fine. Forward me the text with the directions.”
“Thank you. I love you.”
“Don’t say that to me right now … I could kill you for going off on your own.”
“I’m not on my own. You’re coming to get me.”
He sucked in a breath. “I love you. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Be careful.”
“Yup.” I hung up abruptly, second-guessing my decision.
Maybe it was safer to wait for Mac.
There had to be a reason Fergus and McCulloch wanted me there too. Either way, they were caught … but that was the problem. Either way, they were caught. If I went, I put myself in danger along with Lachlan, but there was a chance I could save him.
If I didn’t go and I waited for Mac, they would definitely kill him. They had nothing left to lose, right? And they hadn’t exactly proven themselves the most rational people.
Rock, meet Hard Place.
Gunning the motorbike engine, I shot off down the trail, my fury spurring me on. I had no reason to fear getting lost from that point on. The trail led directly to a small shack in the woods, and the same truck that had run me off the road was parked out front.
I almost shook my head in disbelief.
This couldn’t get any more cliché. Fergus had watched one too many movies about how to do this.
I stopped the bike near the little porch of the run-down wooden structure. There seemed to be no purpose for it, but then I didn’t know enough about farming to understand why McCulloch would have this building on his land.
Getting off the bike, I froze at the sight of the door opening. It was crooked on its hinges and creaked as it swung into the dark of the little shack. No one stood behind the door.
Well, that’s creepy.
Pushing through the fear that hit my knees like reflex hammers, I walked up the porch steps and—
“Lachlan!” I moved to launch myself through the doorway, but sense halted me.
He faced me sideways. Tied to a chair, blood trickling down his temple, pale and probably concussed, his hands handcuffed behind his back. A gag covered his mouth.
Lachlan looked toward me, and his eyes widened with horror. He shook his head as he shoved his body with all his might, moving the chair with the violence of his reaction.
“Stop it.” A figure moved into view and pressed a gun to the head of the person I hadn’t even noticed was knocked out next to Lachlan. “Or I kill her.”
Lucy!
Lachlan froze, but he glared at me, and I heard his muffled shout for me to run.
I couldn’t run.
Not now.
The masked man turned and looked directly at me. “Get in and shut the door or I blow her head off.”
Fergus.
It was definitely his voice.
Aware that McCulloch might be hidden behind the door, I slipped into the room with my back scraping against the wall. Lachlan craned his neck, following my every move. Seeing his despair, I quickly looked away and reached out to catch the edge of the door to shut it.
To my shock, we were alone in the small rectangular, one-room shack. There were two small windows at opposite ends that let in very little light. Except for a low-watt bulb hanging from the ceiling and an unconscious Lucy and an injured Lachlan tied to metal chairs, there was nothing else in it.
And of course, Fergus.
No McCulloch.
“You might as well take off the mask, Fergus.”
He shook his head. “Not the plan.”
“What is the plan?”
“Following orders.”
McCulloch’s.
“And those are?”
“To get rid of you.”
Goose bumps prickled over my skin. He said it so casually. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I just do what I’m told.”
“No … why?” I gestured to him. “Why would you do this to the Adairs? I thought they were like family to you?”
His strange purple contacts brightened in the dim light. “Family? Family doesn’t abandon each other.”
Lachlan grunted.
Deciding the best plan of action was to keep Fergus talking long enough for Mac, his men, and the police to get there, I pushed, “You think they abandoned you?”
Fergus scoffed behind his mask. “Treated me like a pet they could cast aside whenever they felt like it. I was Brodan’s best mate. Did you know that?”
I nodded.
“He was all I had. Growing up in a family like mine … Brodan and Arrochar were all I had. And he fucked off to Hollywood and forgot about all of us, and she broke it off with me like what we had was nothing!”
“So you want them all dead?”
He swiped his head to the side, his gun hand wavering. “I just wanted them to hurt like I hurt.”
I imagined him waiting outside my father’s home and then gutting him, just like he’d gutted McHugh. Rage seethed beneath my surface. “Why Mac?”
Fergus lifted the gun and pointed it directly at me, and Lachlan thrashed against his bindings. “Stop it, or I kill her right now,” the mechanic warned.
Lachlan desisted, but
