Free Sacrificing Sloan (Sloan Series Book 3) by Kelly Martin Page B

know about?” Boyd asked. His steps turned strangely cautious. Though I supposed it wasn’t really that strange,. Boyd didn’t trust the ‘eyes’ on his back, any more than I trusted the feet under me.
    “No.” I told him simply, staring at a rock where the mud met the forest. I’d tell Boyd about it.
    Eventually.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
    Sloan
    2:09 PM
     
    I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY at first because, truth be told, I hadn’t really expected anyone to answer the door. Yeah, the car and all and it was my idea to go to the house anyway, but it still shocked me when the door opened. And it shocked me even more when I saw Boyd’s mama staring at me.
    “Sloan.” She said my name with an icy tone that sent shivers down my spine. I guess to her, though, I was the enemy. The reason her son was missing. Maybe I’d feel the same way if it were my child. Then again, I hoped my child didn’t turn out like Boyd.
    “Hi, Mrs. Lawrence.” I hoped she was still “Mrs. Lawrence,” or this would be very uncomfortable. “Can we come in?”
    It was raining harder now, and my clothes were drenched. I should have grabbed a rain coat or something on the way out, but I was in too big of a hurry. I mean, I had on a heavy coat, but still, not a rain coat. Not by a long shot.
    “I guess you are here about Boyd.” She answered, not moving.
    My teeth started chattering. I really wanted her to let us in.
    As if reading my mind, Mrs. Lawrence sighed and moved from the door. She walked into the living room, and Ray and I followed.
    The house was just as I’d seen it that last time I was here— last week, when I confronted Boyd about stalking me. He denied it, and I believed him. I believed him! Idiot.
    In the corner of the room sat his empty wheelchair, a reminder of the huge lie he pulled over us all. Aaron hadn’t paralyzed him. He hadn’t done anything to him. It made me queasy.
    Mrs. Lawrence wiped a rag over one of the seats and sat down. From what I remember, the house had gone downhill since she’d moved to Nashville. Maybe her whole family had, too. “What makes you think I know anything about Boyd?”
    “Just a hunch.” I shrugged my shoulders because I really didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want to sitbecausei my clothes were so wet, but it was just awkward standing there. Ray didn’t seem to mind. He plopped down in the chair that I remember Mr. Lawrence using in the past. Where was he?
    “A hunch.” She scoffed and took a drag from her cigarette. The thick smoke hurt my lungs, and I wanted to go outside before I got cancer just from being in her house. Not that I really thought I would, but it would be nice to breathe. “I got back into town yesterday. The police called me and let me know what was going on. I thought maybe Boyd would come home.”
    “And he hasn’t.” It wasn’t a question. If Boyd had been there, she never would have let us in.
    She took another drag on her cigarette. “Haven’t seen anyone ’cept you two. Not even the police have stopped by. I guess they are too busy searching.”
    I hated to tell her that they weren’t searching. Not a lot. The storm kept them from it. But this was Boyd’s mama, and I didn’t want her to worry. I hoped my mom didn’t worry about me, when Mackenzie figured out where I’d gone. I know Mackenzie would tell her. I know I would, if the tables were turned. Knowing Mackenzie, she'd probably even tell my dad. No, that was too terrible to think about. The last thing I needed was him there.
    “I guess we thought the same thing. Where’s Mr. Lawrence?” I needed to cut the small talk and get on the road.
    “Fishing trip, or so he told me.” I couldn’t tell if it was really nice, or really weird, that Mr. Lawrence sent Mrs. Lawrence letters or messages, to let her know where he was. I guess it would make sense, since they were still legally married.
    “Fishing where?” Ray spoke for the first time, and for the first time, I think Boyd’s mom