“Uh, why don’t you wait here?” Isaac stopped in the hall,clearly not wanting Leah to tag along. “We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

What was with the sudden secrecy? She suppressed a sting of hurt. She didn’t like the way Isaac was trying to put her off, and had no intention of sitting around and waiting for him. She squared her shoulders and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “No way. I’m coming with you.”

Isaac stared at her for a long moment, a flash of helplessness, or maybe it was frustration, darkening his features before he threw his hands in the air. “Fine, suit yourself.”

“I will.” She trailed behind the two men, her stomach twisting with every step. Then she saw it—a small hole in the center of the windshield. And she knew without being told that it had been made by a bullet.

Someone had taken a shot at Isaac.