theory is correct— he gulped. He should expect Peterson to contact him soon, right ?

older Williams nodded. "You two did the wise thing." "Oh, and they were talking about Steve." Danny's jaw clenched. He nodded along as Grace told him what else she knew about the strangers who tore through the main floor of their house like a hurricane wind. Well, if his ++

tearing up the place about a half hour ago. It sounded bad, and my phone wasn't working for some reason so I just stayed in my room with Charlie, quiet." The teenager glanced at her phone screen. "Service bars are back now. She raised an eyebrow towards her dad. "Shady." The +

Danny didn't think Peterson would have such contacts; now it seems that Danny thought wrong. "Danno!" He turned, his attention caught by Grace standing on the stairs. He flashed her a very forced smile. "What's up, Monkey?" She rested her head on the rail. "Heard guys ++

his phone, this, and Peterson escaping from prison a couple of days ago couldn't be a coincidence, right? The detective knew his ex partner wouldn't stand a chance against his husband alone, despite all the shit he threatened during prison visits. He could've gotten help.... +

"Fucccccck," he huffed, running his hand through his hair. His blue glance darted around as he looked for more clues. A sigh of relief escaped his breath at the sight of Grace and Charlie's shoes still right where they usually are. Surely the combination of Steve not answering +

"Steve, sorry I'm late," Danny called as he stepped through the front door of their home. "Got caught up on a video call with a coworker from Jers—" the anxiety bomb that dropped in his stomach upon seeing their living room completely tossed, turned his voice box to ice. ++