The nurse shrugged again. “Either way, she’s waiting for you. I’d advise getting something to eat. By the time you’re finished, your father will be transported.”

There didn’t seem to be much more to say. Pastor was sleeping. DJ wasn’t certain that the old man had intended to disclose his reasons for not sharing the access codes. It didn’t really matter now. The cat was out of the bag. So DJ went to the back door, where Coleen waited.

The muscle man from the night before had been replaced by a different muscle man, clad in a similar suit, carrying a similar rifle. And holding his keys.

Without a word, DJ took the keys and stalked out, Coleen following behind him. Once he’d made sure that the rifle he’d left in the back of the truck had not been stolen or tampered with, he got behind the wheel and glared at her. “What was the access code?”

She stared at him. “What?”

“The access code,” he said from behind clenched teeth. “The words that Pastor told his banker. Who you called for him.”

“I don’t know. He told me to leave the room.”

For the love of . . . “And you obeyed?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes.”

Right. Because they’d trained the women to do so. “Fine. I’m going to a drive-through for breakfast and then I’ll drop you off at the rehab facility. He’s ordered me back to Eden.”

“I know.”

“So he told you that, but not the codes?”

“Yes.”

DJ rolled his eyes and stared the engine.

“Brother Joshua knows something isn’t right,” Coleen offered. “I caught him trying to get into the clinic a month ago, on the night you came back wounded.”

So that was interesting. “What was he trying to find in the clinic? Drugs?”

“Maybe. Maybe he knows about the computer.” She hesitated. “I think Amos knew. I think he saw it. It was a few days before he took Abigail and ran.”

DJ whipped his head around to stare at her. “Why didn’t you mention it?”

“I . . .” She exhaled. “I don’t know. I don’t think I really suspected it until he was gone. And then everything went crazy. You got shot, we moved to the caves . . . And by then it didn’t matter anymore. Amos was gone.”

“Who else knows about the computer?”

“Nobody. At least nobody I know of. I figured if you were going back to Eden, you needed to know that Joshua might not be as surprised as you expect.”

“Thank you, Sister Coleen,” DJ said, and meant it. He didn’t sincerely thank people often, but Coleen was watching his back.

She folded her hands in her lap. “Can we go to Carl’s Jr.? I’ve missed their food.”

DJ chuckled. “That’s what you’ve missed?”

“Mmm. Yes.”

She’d scratched his back, he could return the favor. “Sure. I’ll find one and take you there.”

And then he’d find Mercy Callahan.

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