Back The Hunt
Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. PROLOGUE
  3. CHAPTER 1
  4. CHAPTER 2
  5. CHAPTER 3
  6. CHAPTER 4
  7. CHAPTER 5
  8. CHAPTER 6
  9. CHAPTER 7
  10. CHAPTER 8
  11. CHAPTER 9
  12. CHAPTER 10
  13. CHAPTER 11
  14. CHAPTER 12
  15. CHAPTER 13
  16. CHAPTER 14
  17. CHAPTER 15
  18. CHAPTER 16
  19. CHAPTER 17
  20. CHAPTER 18
  21. CHAPTER 19
  22. CHAPTER 20
  23. CHAPTER 21
  24. CHAPTER 22
  25. CHAPTER 23
  26. CHAPTER 24
  27. CHAPTER 25
  28. CHAPTER 26
  29. CHAPTER 27
  30. CHAPTER 28
  31. CHAPTER 29
  32. CHAPTER 30
  33. CHAPTER 31
  34. CHAPTER 32
  35. CHAPTER 33
  36. CHAPTER 34
  37. About the Publisher

“Call your dad. Nevada is in the same time zone, and he has a private jet. He can probably get there in a couple of hours. Plus, he knows the Valley as well as I do. That’s where he and your mom met. And if she’s running from bad people, he can protect her better than anyone. Call your dad.”

“He’s not going to help. He’s been waiting years for her to crash and burn. I think that’s what’s kept him alive all this time. Revenge.”

“At least try.” No answer. Decker shrugged. “Do you have any better ideas?” Silence. “Do you want me to call him?”

“No, absolutely not!” Gabe shook his head. “Go back to dinner, Peter. I’m twenty-four. I can handle this.”

“No shame in asking for help.”

“I don’t need help.” Even though he did. “Please go back before everyone realizes there’s a problem.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

Gabe watched his foster dad go back into the restaurant. Then, with shaking hands, he tried to punch in the numbers he knew by heart, but he kept making mistakes. Finally, he looked it up in his contact list under Dad. His heart was banging out of his chest.

A lot of times, Chris turned his phone off. Even when it was on, he didn’t bother to answer most of the time. Christopher Donatti was a very busy man. He didn’t like phone calls. He especially didn’t like phone calls from his son, who was always managing to interrupt some important business his father was doing.

His oft-repeated line: You’re losing me money. This better be good.

The phone rang, which meant the current number was still active. A moment later, he heard the line kick in.

“What!”

Thank you, God. “Dad, you’ve got to help me. Mom called. She’s in California. The Valley, I think, but I don’t know. She’s badly hurt but she won’t call 911 or go to a hospital—”

“Hold on. Let me go somewhere private.” A moment later Donatti was back on the line. “Your mother is on the West Coast?”

“Yes.”

“Where are her kids?”

“She had them, but now they’re gone. She’s in the middle of a messy divorce. She might have taken them out of India without permission.”

“Ah.” A pause. “Someone took them back.”