Joanne sat frozen as the news flashed across the screen—Liam had been taken to the police station.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she dialed his number, hoping he was already home. Why hadn't anyone told her? Guilt gnawed at her. She should have checked on him. She knew he could handle himself, but still… he had been taken by the feds?
The call connected.
"Liam?" she asked, but it wasn't Liam's voice that answered—it was Fiona's.
Joanne's stomach twisted. "Is Liam back?"
A soft giggle echoed through the receiver, light and teasing. Joanne's brow furrowed. What's going on?
"Fiona?" she pressed, listening more intently now. The distant sound of running water met her ears.
Is she… showering?
She barely had time to process that before she heard Liam's voice, muffled but unmistakable. "Who is it?"
"It's Jo!" Fiona called out cheerfully.
Joanne exhaled, relief flickering through her. "Liam's home? That's great. I'm sorry, I just found out he was taken by the feds."
