I debated whether or not to tell Callum what I knew, exactly, had sent Maddy over the edge, and then I debated what the likelihood was that he already knew about the baby. The second I came on the line, though, he spoke, and I immediately had other concerns.
Bigger ones.
“She’s going to kill again. Tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?” It was a stupid question, one that came out as a reflex.
“I’m sure someone dies,” Callum replied. “And I’m sure that we’ll have thirty-six hours after the body is discovered before Othello learns there’s been another attack and moves to enact the Senate’s vote.”
Thirty-six hours? We’d been looking for Maddy for longer than that already, and while the picture of how she’d spent these past few months was becoming clearer and clearer, I still didn’t know where she wa
