James paced back and forth in his living room, phone pressed to his ear. "I don't care what it takes, get me everything you can on Detective Lance," he barked before ending the call. He'd been on edge since the phone call last night, and the waiting was eating away at him.
Susan watched him with concern, her hands wringing together. "Honey, maybe we should reconsider this meeting. It really feels off." She'd always trusted his instincts, but this time, she couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom.
James shook his head, placing the small pistol he had gotten on the centre table. "I need to know what he knows. I need to be able to protect Stacey." He'd do whatever it took to keep his daughter safe.
