Chapters (35)
- The Devil Incarnate
- Praise for the Cain Casey Saga
- Praise for Ali Vali
- By the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- About the Author
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“They think they found Linda Bender, and she’s not that far away. According to that guy Nathan—”
“We’re not the only ones looking for her,” Emma finished for her. If Cain was going to meet with this woman, she wanted to go, but she trusted Remi to handle it.
“Yeah, so it might be a good idea for all of us to spend the night in the main house. That was Cain’s idea, and since the kids were already here, that shouldn’t be too hard to do.” Finley kissed Abigail again and waved as she stepped away from her. “I’ll leave you to dinner and pick one of the rooms upstairs.”
“Try Hayden’s at the end of the hall to the right,” Emma said as Abigail reached out and touched Finley one more time before she went upstairs. “That’s good news,” she said, lifting her glass, “and it deserves a toast.”
“To all our great tomorrows. We all deserve peace and love,” Dallas said.
They ate and tried to stay away from any deeper subjects. It was fun and something they planned to do often even when they were back home. The fact that they could be open without fear of retribution or betrayal was freeing. Emma understood now why Remi and Vinny had been such important friends to Cain when she was growing up.
Kristen was laughing at Abigail’s description of Finley and her first experiences with her children when the house phone rang. It wouldn’t be Cain, and she couldn’t imagine who else would call this late. “Hello,” she said motioning for the others to go on up without her. They were going to finish their wine in the sitting area of the master bedroom to enjoy the view and not disturb the kids.
“Emma?” a man said, but she couldn’t place the voice.
“Yes, who is this?” Her question stopped Dallas and she walked back to her.
“Sorry, this is Levi Layke from Hannah’s school.”
Having Levi call her in Wisconsin this late was like finding out you were related to Bigfoot. It was unbelievable in a bizarre sort of way, and it spelled nothing but trouble. Emma took a breath and greeted him. “Levi, hi,” she said glancing at Dallas. “Are you enjoying your break?”
“I was, until I got a call from the security company at the school. You know I wouldn’t bother you unless it was important, but I think Cain is going to want to hear this.” Levi, as always, sounded like a nervous puppy in fear of a beating. “Can I talk to her?”
“She’s out at one of the cabins playing cards with her friends. What’s this about? It’s okay to tell me, and I’ll give her the message.”