Ashley’s POV

Mr. C is so dead if he did anything to Spencer. My Spencer. She had better be okay, or there is going to be hell to pay. I do not have a problem brutally mutilating someone when it comes to my love.

"Hey Ash!" Glen yells out running over to me.

"Hey" My reply is forced and uninterested.

"I’m worried about Spencer. Did she tell you where she was going because all she told me was errands."

"She was meeting her dad for lunch…" my explanation is cut short by the sound of a car coming down the road. Please let it be Spencer.

I never finished my answer, instead I stare at the long drive waiting for the car to appear. Wishing, hoping, and praying it’s her. My heart sinks we I see her father’s car come into view.

The car comes to a stop, and the asshole that has caused so much pain this summer gets out. He looks over to us. Offering us both a wave and a polite hello, he makes his way to the house. Neither of us return it though.

"Something is off with him," Glen says while not taking his eyes off the door his father just entered.

"Like what?"

"I’m not sure. He just seems smug or happy about something." He scratches the back of his head in thought.

"Do you think he has something to do with Spencer disappearing?"
"Not sure."

Arthur’s POV

Right on schedule, she called me concerned about Spencer not coming home. I knew she would. Paula is so predictable sometimes. I hope that I can lead her on a wild goose chase until Spencer is taken away.

While I was making my way to the house from my car, I saw my son and Ashley talking. I waved and said hello to them, but they just stood there not even moving a hair. I will worry about them later. It’s time to get this little game started.

"Paula, what’s going on?" My most fake concern voice present.

"Arthur! Spencer hasn’t come home yet. She met you for lunch right?" Damn it! She told someone where she was going. After I asked her not too.

"Yea. We met at that little Diner on Lee St. Why?"