I stare at the screen. My heart’s hammering against my chest. There are seven more messages. I tap the most recent one, hoping he’ll tell me everything’s okay.
His voice slurs. “It’s Rosie’s fault. She’s trapped. Screaming to be free.” He isn’t making sense. I hear banging in the background, like a door slamming. “I’m freeing her.”
“What are you talking about?” I yell into the phone, knowing he’s not there.
Another noise like a lock clicked open. He curses softly at the sound of something dropping like a million coins hitting the hardwood floor. A dog barks, probably Buck. I’m trying to picture what’s going on while I stare at Tucker. I need to call him back, but his voice rattles on. “Hawks are messengers of death, sent from the other world. The Celts knew it. Now I know. I’ll free her, so she’ll free Declan.” The next sound sends a wave of bile from my empty stomach burning up my throat. The soft but unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked.
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