Just as they approach the turnoff for the first gate, the Land Rover slows then suddenly speeds around them.
Paul flashes his card to the first guard and is waved through.
Once the gates close behind them, Savannah puts her hands over her face. “I hate this.” Her words are muffled.
“I know.” Cole rubs her back, wishing he could make it better.
Savannah heads straight into the house before Cole gets a chance to see if she is all right.
“Give her a moment,” Abigail says, looping her arm through her sister’s. “This is a reality check for her tonight.”
“We got the plate number. Let’s go run it,” Mark says as they walk to Cole’s office.