“You mother wants me to tell you to come home.” Her father’s gruff voice held a hint of weary amusement. “Of course, I know damned well you’re going to do whatever you want, just like you have since you were six years old. Can you just promise you’ll be careful?”
“I promise I’ll be careful.”
“Good. Now, can I talk to the policeman? Is he there with you now?”
Hannah’s eyes widened with alarm. “Come on, Daddy, you don’t need to talk to him—”
Across from her, one of Riley’s eyebrows ticked upward. “Your father wants to talk to me?”
“Is that him?” Mike Cooper asked. “Hand him the phone.”
With a deep sigh, Hannah held the phone out to Riley. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “but trust me, it’s easier just to talk to him and get it over with.”
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