The Removed [Book #2]

It's been a month since the three hunters and Terry's death. Vivian, Graham, and Julia, along with Lewis, have been staying at the Miller house. There has been little news on the missing girls, leaving Vivian to wonder if she should find them.

Then something happened that changed everything.

TRILOGY ORDER:

#1 - BOUND
#2 - THE REMOVED
#3 - CHASING SHADOWS

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19. Graham

Detective Boyd called as soon as I walked through the door. The bag of groceries that I held fell to the floor as he spoke. He was with Vivian. Julia had called. She was okay, and they were going to get her.

He didn't tell me anything else, just that I should stay at the house and wait for them. They'd be back as soon as they could. Then he hung up. I started to pick up the fallen food and snacks when Lewis came from the kitchen.

“Whoa,” he said. “What spooked you?”

I looked into his face. “Julia's coming home.”

Pain tugged at my heart and I suddenly missed Terry, more than I had in awhile. Because I knew he would have loved to hear this news, more than anything. The two of them had been with me since the very beginning.

“Holy shit. Are you kidding? Because that's a terrible joke.”

I frowned. “Why would I joke about that?” I shoved the phone at him. “Call Detective Boyd if you don't believe me then, Lew.”

Lewis scratched his chin, shaking his head. “I believe you. I just can't believe it. That she's alright. God, Vivian must be so happy.”

I picked up the last of the food and hauled it into the kitchen. I tossed it on the counter and turned around. “Maybe we should do something for her. Julia, I mean. Like a party. What do you think?”

Lewis, who was holding the refrigerator open, looked at me. “I don't know if that's such a good idea, Graham. I mean, she should be resting after what she went through, not partying.”

I nodded and helped him put the food away before my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen before answering it.

“Hello?” I said.

“Is this Graham Miller?” a female voice asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “May I ask who's calling?”

“Who I am isn't important. What I'm calling about is. Do you know a man by the name of Lewis Tanner?”

I blinked, looked over at Lewis, and nodded. “Yes, ma'am. How do you know him?”

“I don't have time to explain,” she told me, sounding rushed. “But if you see him, could you ask him to call this number? My name is Lori Tanner.”

Then she hung up.

I lowered the phone slowly. Lewis noticed.

“What's up?” he asked, his eyes full of concern. “Who was that?”

I didn't remember anything he told me about his life at that moment, but the only thing I did remember was what he told us about his family, specifically about his mom.

“It was your mom,” I said softly, my eyes wide.

Lewis's face darkened and I thought he was going to hit me. Instead he said in a low voice, “That's not funny.”

“But it's true-” I started, but he cut me off.

His hands started to shake so bad that I took stepped back. “Get out, Graham.” 

I didn't feel like telling him that this was my house, so I just left before anything else happened.

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