CHapter 447

Lyle slid into the passenger seat, breath fogging up in the freezing air. His lashes hung low as he stared at nothing in particular, clearly lost in thought. Grace didn't start the car right away. Lately, she'd had this gnawing feeling—like someone was following her. She got the feeling more than once. She didn't know if it was real or just paranoia. She leaned back in her seat and cranked up the heat. "Where's Zack? Why are you out here by yourself?" And more importantly, what the hell was he doing tailing her in the middle of the night? Lyle kept his eyes on the window. What flashed through his mind was the day someone kidnapped them. The guy didn't kill them, of course—but Zack had been taken. Zack was the calm and rational one, always thinking two steps ahead. Lyle, on the other hand, was reckless and loud. The two weren't blood-related, but they might as well have been. That man had held Zack back to keep Lyle in check, to stop him from running his mouth. Grace reached over