The fact that Victoria had brought Davis Ames into this triggered a faint alarm in the back of my head, but I didn’t have time to probe that feeling further, because an instant later, Boone jumped to his feet.

“Sawyer!” he said. “We’ve been summoned. To the Batmobile!”

I stared at him.

“Sadie-Grace just texted me,” he clarified. “She’s parked out front. She needs us.”

“Why?” I asked.

Boone didn’t answer. He started trotting for the side of the house, and then glanced back at me. “Your reluctance to follow my lead is a dagger in my heart! But sadly, we don’t have time to stand around here talking about your obvious cruel streak. Time is of the essence.”

“Why?” I asked again. He didn’t answer. I followed him. “What’s going on?”

He waited until we were out of earshot to reply. “Sadie-Grace’s stepmother just went into labor.”

CHAPTER 40

“Greer can’t be in labor.” I stated the obvious as Boone and I climbed into Sadie-Grace’s car. “She’s not pregnant.”

“Her water broke an hour ago,” Sadie-Grace said from the driver’s seat. “She asked me to clean it up.”

That was some next-level deception—and possibly self-deception, given that Greer knew that Sadie-Grace knew the pregnancy was fake.

“I activated the GPS app on her phone a few days ago,” Sadie-Grace confessed in a hushed tone, like that was the real scandal here. “You know, Find Your Friend? She’s not exactly my friend… but I found her.”

She handed the phone to Boone. “Shockingly,” he said, “she’s not at a hospital.”

Sadie-Grace frowned. “She told my dad she wanted a midwife. She told him everything was arranged. He’s in Buenos Aires on business, but as soon as she told him the baby was coming, he chartered a plane to fly him back.”

“You have to tell him,” I said.

Sadie-Grace couldn’t argue with that statement, so she ignored it. “Can you read me off the directions?” she asked Boone. “To find my friend?”

Boone did as she asked.

“Where are we going?” I said as Sadie-Grace put her car in drive.

Boone held out Sadie-Grace’s phone, with the Find Your Friend app open for me to see. “A town called Two Arrows.”

Based on its size, Two Arrows should have reminded me of the town I’d grown up in, but it didn’t. I’d grown up in a part of the state where half the people I’d known had family farms. Things here were dustier. Less green. There were stray dogs in the streets. I didn’t have to look too closely at the red dirt beneath our feet to suspect that it was at least a third clay.