The deputy didn’t stop at the outskirts of Dallas. He obviously had orders to deliver her, like an expensive package, to her father. The drive had taken twice as long because of the icy roads, but soon he pulled up to the security gate of the Dalton mansion.
When he got out and came to her window, she pushed a button to lower it.
“I’ve been instructed to take you to your father. Could you open the gate, please?”
“Yes,” she answered with deceptive calm, and punched the code into her remote control. The gates swung open and the deputy ran back to his car.
She parked behind him in front of the palatial home that had belonged to her grandfather. Normally, she’d drive to the garage, but today she wasn’t planning on staying that long.
Before the deputy could ring the bell, the door opened and her father stood there. His eyes went immediately to Marisa. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re okay.” He tried to put his arms around her, but she sidestepped him and walked through the foyer into the living room.
Vanessa ran to her. “Darling, thank God you’re home.” She tried to hug Marisa, but again Marisa moved away.
They walked into the library and Marisa turned on them.
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