Chapter Forty-Eight--Patch

"I don't know why you're freaking out right now," Lucas said, swerving onto the main highway taking them to his dad's house. "My dad is not behind this. You think he kidnapped my girlfriend, too? Come off it, Patch. That's ridiculous."

Patch knew how it sounded to Lucas, how it sounded to himself. He didn't want to accuse Mr. Summers of anything. He'd taken him in on so many occasions, that he didn't want to think he'd be behind this.

But Patch's gut told him to get back to Delaney.

"Are you even listening?" Lucas said louder this time. Patch glanced over at him, and he looked worried—irate—but worried. Maybe worried Patch was right.

"I’m listening," Patch said, shoving his fingers into his hair. "I maybe wrong, but I have a feeling."

Lucas sighed heavily. "There is something that I need to tell you," he said.

"What is it?"

"Dad … he. Our mother didn't die in a car accident, Patch. Someone broke into our house when we were small, and … killed her. We told Delaney she died fr