York gave a calm nod. “Fine.”
Gideon grabbed York’s arm. “I’m Fidelia’s brother. I’ll drive you.”
“I don’t want anyone else!” Ann shrieked, out of control. “I want him, York, to drive me!”
York patted the back of Gideon’s hand. “I promise, Fidelia will be fine.”
He glanced at the lead police officer, then got into a police car and started the engine.
Seeing York in a police car, Ann pressed the blade harder against Fidelia’s neck. “Get out! I’m not riding in a police car!”
“My car is out of gas,” York said evenly. “If you want to get to the docks, the police car is your only option.”
Ann had no choice but to force Fidelia into the police car.
York drove toward the docks.
“Mr. Ferguson is in a police car with a tracker,” an officer reassured the Harvest family. “We can monitor everything that happens inside. Don’t worry.”
And so, the Harvest family’s convoy and several police cars followed York at a distance.
Deep in the night, York’s police car sped toward the docks.
Fidelia had cried herself hoarse during the drive.
Ann dragged Fidelia out of the car.
“Call that bitch Claudia and tell her to get over here now!” she demanded of York.
“Unfortunately for you, she’s in Portsborough right now,” York replied.
Ann’s eyes tightened. That bitch Claudia wasn’t in Capital City?

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