Findlay tried to call his husband again with the same result. “Daisy, we need to go back right away.”
“Amy, I don’t think you should go with us,” I said. “I don’t know what’s going on at The Association, and it might be safer for you to stay here.”
“Sure. I’ll visit with Dad and have Justin pick me up.” Amy jumped out of the car. “Hey, Why don’t you take Dad’s pickup back to The Association? It might be better if the faction doesn't see you coming.”
“What do you think?” I asked Findlay.
Findlay nodded. “If the faction knows I am a spy, it would help if they didn’t know I was returning for Tony.”
“The keys are under the floor mat,” Amy said. “Good luck, Findlay. I hope Tony is okay.”
“Thanks, Amy,” Findlay replied as he jumped into the passenger seat of Elliot Gray’s old pickup. He wa
