Chapter 52

Chase's pov

As I drove away from the diner, my mind was a jumble of emotions. Elodie's questions had stirred up a hornet's nest, and I knew I had to tread carefully. The last thing I wanted was to drag her into the dark part of my life.

My phone buzzed again, and I glanced at the screen. Alex's name flashed, and I knew I couldn't ignore it. I answered, my voice low.

"Chase, we have a problem," Alex said, his tone serious.

I frowned, my grip on the wheel tightening. "What is it?"

“The Coastals were here. They were asking questions, and they looked determined,” he informed me.

“I know,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to keep my responses as vague as I could, knowing Elodie was watching me like a hawk.

“I guess they've come there already,” he breathed out.

My gut twisted into a knot. This was the last thing I needed. "Take care of it," I growled.

"Already on it, but we need to get Elodie to a safe house. You can't take her back to the house. There's every possibility you're being