THE WOODEN STAIRCASE ABOVE us creaked as someone came down the deck. A moment later Isaac's dad walked toward us along the path.
"We have company," he said in a deep voice that made him seem even larger than he already was.
Caroline bristled with concern. "Who?"
"One of Ira's guys."
My ears perked up. "Uncle Ira?" I asked.
They ignored me. "What does he want?" asked Caroline.
"He wants to know if Tru is safe. He wants to see for himself."
Caroline sighed and tucked away the letters. She ushered me into the house with a quick comment about continuing our talk later.
When we passed through the kitchen, I was shocked to see Maverick standing by the front door talking to Ruthie. He looked relieved to see me and stepped my way. Isaac and Iosefa blocked his approach.
"Get out of my way," I said, pushing Isaac to the side.