CHAPTER 20
KENNEDY WAS GLAD NICK was there. Nick was the one Noah was looking at with those terrified, pleading eyes.
“I need help.”
She could tell Noah was trying to keep his voice calm, but it wasn’t working. A few hours earlier, Kennedy had been impressed with the way Nick could plant himself in the middle of stress, tragedy, and chaos and stay so quiet and serene. Now, she’d wish he’d hurry up and say something.
Anything.
What was he waiting for? Either he needed to call the cops and let them know he’d found Noah, or he needed to barrage Noah with questions so they could figure out exactly what had happened to his father.
Instead, he stood there, assessing the scene with his head c****d to one side, frowning sympathetically while Noah sat curled up in a little ball.
“We better f
