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days, and I
expect you to be there in order to celebrate in your brother’s accomplishments,
my accomplishments,” he said.
    “I will never
celebrate you,” she shot back.
    “Anger has no place. James
chapter one, verse twenty: For man's anger does not bring about the
righteous life that God desires ,” he replied coolly.
    “A righteous life? God
sends people like you to Hell,” Delaney said. “If there is a Hell. There better
be. For people like you.”
    “The perception is in
the eye of the beholder, love. Something that you have not yet learned, I see.”
He paused as if he was contemplating what else she had not yet learned. “The
gala, let’s get back to that. I’ve sent an invitation to Ann and Michael. I
expect they will be attending as well,” he said. Delaney felt her mother’s ring
heavy on her chest. “Bring James. Why not make this a family affair?”
    “Family? The only
family you have ran from you before she tried to kill you,” she said.
    “My Evie,” he said,
“She’ll come back, and I will be waiting.”
    “To make her
disappear, too?” Delaney yanked the paper up and slammed her index finger
across the missing man headline, using her earlier assumption that he had been
involved in Kurt Dodd’s disappearance to make a point.
    “Kurt Dodd deserved
everything that came to him,” he said, unapologetic. His eyes burned through
her.
    “And how many
others?” she accused, hiding her mild shock at having been right about
Holston’s involvement. “But now, it’s without the help of your trusted Gunnar.
Tell me, Holston, who have you hired now?” Delaney felt the courage rising, her
fight beginning to kick and scream in her chest.
    “You,” he paused
before standing, “don’t need to worry about my situation. I will take care of
everything as I always have.”
    Delaney followed his
body up, her eyes moving along his crisp, wrinkle-free suit as he placed his
hat back on his head and moved toward the door. He stepped through the
doorframe into the hall before opening up his umbrella. Delaney exhaled,
feeling the darkness begin to lift from her body.
    “And Delaney, stop
all the nonsense with the guns. The range. The instructor. None of it suits
you.” The hairs on her neck crept upward as the heaviness slammed back into her
chest. She had been so careful, diligent in finding the facility more than
thirty minutes away, yet he knew. Sanchez. It has to be Sanchez. Delaney
moved back to the eyes on the barn; he was always watching. She held her
breath, anticipating the footsteps along the empty hall, but no sound
registered. In and out. He appeared and vanished from her life like a flutter
of the eyes.

    6
     
    June
14 - 7:30 p.m.
     
    Evie slipped into the
bathroom of Svolvar Airport before her first departing flight in a long leg of
flights to Wisconsin. She waited for an elderly woman to pass her, moving
closer to the single sink and mirror. The island’s airport was quaint, only
servicing a select number of airports out of Lofoten. Oslo was her next stop
before the states. She moved her fingers through her cropped hair before she
washed her hands meticulously slow, rubbing the bubbles over and over. The
woman shuffled to the door and finally slipped through, the door clattering
shut. Evie reached into her carry-on and retrieved the blonde wig, situating it
on her head until all the sticks of brown were hidden inside. The straw-colored
bangs hung low, covering her dark eyebrows, the back falling six inches past
her shoulders.
    She dumped her
leather jacket in the garbage before double checking the driver’s license one
last time; the eyes of Jane Frieburg from Missouri stared back at her. Evie
mouthed the details, 847 Willow Lane Road. Five feet, three inches, one hundred
ten pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. Organ donor. She stood up straighter,
feeling her calves tighten in the heels. Your boots are in the bag , she
reminded herself. You’re Jane Frieburg for the next twenty-four