Bobbi coughed, her cheeks red from the cold. “Adare sent me and said to stay here. That it was the only safe place, but to make sure you saw me so you could do something with some sort of sensor?” She coughed again, her lips turning blue. “Would you turn off the sensor?”

Grace frowned, looking at Bobbi through the camera. None of this was making sense. “Wait a sec. You met with Adare in Denver and he sent you here? How did you get here?’

“Some guy piloted me here, dropped me off, and then turned right around to go back. I don’t know what’s happening. Have you heard anything about my baby?” Tears gathered in her eyes. “Anything about Rose?” She wiped more snow off the camera. “Please, let me in. I’m scared, Grace.”

“I—this doesn’t make sense,” Grace muttered. How could Bobbi be at the gate so soon?

“I’ll explain everything once I’m warm. It’s freezing out here,” Bobbi said, coughing again. “Let me in, okay?”

Grace studied her, looking beneath the surface. The hazy camera and snowy weather hid too much, but she had a brain, and she had instincts, and she went with them. “No.”

“No?” Bobbi shrieked. “Are you crazy? Your boyfriend sent me to the middle of nowhere, into a snowstorm for help, and you won’t even open the gate? My baby is missing.” She leaned in, her blue eyes bloodshot and her nose running. “Have you gone crazy? Lost your damn mind?”

Maybe. Was Grace just getting paranoid? Her head hurt but she pushed through the pain. She trusted Adare and she’d start there. He’d said to keep the security in place until she saw Benny. If Adare had sent Bobbi here, he would’ve also sent word that she was coming. It only made sense. “If I’ve lost my mind, I’m really sorry. We have a friend coming to the gate shortly, and then we’ll talk.” Although Benny was late. Where the heck was he?

Bobbi stared into the camera for several beats. Then her expression smoothed out. “Your friend isn’t going to make it.”

“What?” Grace asked, realization slithering down her torso.

“We might’ve blown him up.” Bobbi smiled then, the sight garish.

That far away thunder? That had been an explosion?

“Who are you?” Grace whispered.

Bobbi sighed, her breath heating and fuzzing the camera. “Long story. How about you just come out, so we don’t have to come in and get you?”

“No.” Grace panted out air.

As if on cue, a multitude of explosions ripped up the driveway. The sputter of electricity arced through the air, lighting the falling snow.