“This place belonged to my grandmother.” He moves slowly into the living room, hands visible. “I gave the address to your mother once. Told her if she ever needed sanctuary, this place would be waiting.” His eyes—my eyes—scan the room with a familiar sigh. “When I heard you’d disappeared with my granddaughter, I knew there was a chance you’d know it from my letters. Just a guess, but a good one, as it turns out.”
I finally lower the gun. But I don’t put it down. “Is Vince here? Did you bring him?”
“No. He doesn’t know I’m here.”
“I swear on your mother’s grave.” His voice softens. “I came alone.”
My knees feel suddenly weak, and I sink onto the threadbare couch. The gun rests in my lap.
“Why?” I manage to ask.
Grigor takes the chair opposite me. “Because you fled in the night with my
