Chapter 6 · Fed Boy at the Gate

Devin's standing at the gate when we pull up.

I see him through the windshield and my stomach drops. He's in a suit. Not the cheap kind he wore in college. This one fits. Bureau issue. His hands are in his pockets and he's staring right at the car like he knew we'd be here.

Locke doesn't slow down.

"Don't," I say.

"I'm not stopping."

"He'll follow us."

"Let him try."

But Devin steps into the driveway. Right in front of the car. Locke hits the brakes and I jerk forward against the seatbelt. The engine idles. Devin walks around to my side and taps on the window.

I don't move.

Locke leans across me and rolls it down himself. "You're trespassing."

Devin ignores him. His eyes lock on mine. "Ivy. Get out of the car."

"She's not going anywhere," Locke says.

"I'm talking to her. Not you." Devin crouches so we're eye level. His voice drops. Soft. The way it used to be when he wanted me to trust him. "Your dad left something for us. A recording. You need to come with me right now."

My throat tightens. "What recording?"

"Not here." His gaze flicks to Locke.