Callan’s POV
I watch Mackenzie leave the living room out of the corner of my eye as I press down on the first name on my list. Her back is ramrod straight, her grip tight on the child as she hurries away to do as I say.
I probably shouldn’t have kissed her, especially not in front of the kid, but I could see she was about to argue and she looked like she was about to puke, I needed to do something to focus her so she could see that staying with me is the only option.
The cops might be happy to try and brush this off as a burglary, but I don’t buy it. Too many things keep happening, Mackenzie is being targeted and this doesn’t feel like a couple of bored kids anymore.
The fact Maxton’s photo has been taken worries me, thoughts of P.eado rings and kidnappings to order fly through my mind
