“Then the FBI makes sure he doesn’t get the ending he wants.”
Carter and Dad exchanged a look.
“There’s one more variable,” Carter said. “David. We don’t know where he is. He’s not at your house. He’s not at the plant. He’s somewhere in between, and we don’t know what he’ll do.”
“That’s why I need to talk to him,” I said.
The room went still.
“Before we do anything else, I need to know if David is going to help us or kill us. And there’s only one way to find out.”
I picked up my phone.
The phone that had been silent for almost an hour now. The phone David had been blowing up before I turned it off.
I looked at Carter.
“If I call him, can you trace him?”
“Within thirty seconds,” he said.
“Then I’m calling him.”
Dad stepped forward.
“Emma.”
