“We’ll meet tonight.” “No,” Reid said into the phone. “Let’s not drag this out. I’m ready now.” Lara gripped his hand and squeezed. After experiencing little but her anger and disapproval for the past two days, the gesture warmed something inside him—even as mad as he was at her for having followed him into the clinic. She was looking up at him, her violet eyes full of questions, but hope, too. She trusted him to save their children. Trusted him when she had little reason to, based on their past. He wasn’t going to fail her this time. He wasn’t going to fail his sons. “Tonight. Five minutes to midnight. Down by the river at the foot of the old railroad bridge, like I said.” The line went dead with the last word. He could have smashed Kenny’s phone against the wall, or against Jason’s head. “They’ll kill me for this,” the man muttered, stealing a step back. “You don’t know who you’re messing with. They’ll kill all three of us.” “You deserve to die.
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