“What does that mean?”
“It was a saying that was used back when your dad lived his first life. When he was killed in his first life, the attacker said the same thing. Like a mantra. And he never forgot it. So when Beck said it this time, he knew.”
“So, we wait until this is figured out.” I sounded as defeated as I felt. I didn’t want this to continue, but I wouldn’t risk anyone’s life.
“Yeah, but at least you have something to do.” Ronnie smiled over at me.
“What do you mean?”
He pulled the car over and hopped out. He went to the trunk and rustled around for a few minutes before coming back with a laptop bag. Once he settled back behind the wheel, he handed it to me. “This is for you.”
“What is it?”
“Open it.” He tapped the bag and got the car back onto the highway. I unzipped the
