Harold's POV
I watched Johnson's body tense. If my suspicion proved correct and Buck had played a role in the conspiracy against Natalie years ago, then every belief Phoebe held would shatter completely.
I could picture it clearly - Phoebe slicing Buck apart and dumping the pieces into the ocean for sharks to devour.
Alistair's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he pressed harder on the accelerator. He needed to reach her before she completely snapped.
Even with Lucas and Alan there, I doubted they could contain her fury.
My worst fears materialized within minutes.
Lucas's call came through shortly after.
"Shit! Harold, your woman's gone ballistic. We can't hold her back. Where the hell are you? Get here now—"
Three sharp gunshots cut through his words, ending the call.
My chest tightened. "Alistair, floor it."
"Copy that!"
Suffocating silence filled the vehicle.
Alistair and Johnson had caught every word of Lucas's frantic message.
