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“He’s going to hurt them. I heard what he said.” Stede struggles to sit up. “You find my girls, Davis.”
“I will,” I grit out. Guilt has me in a stranglehold. I promised Stede I’d protect Dakota and Fallon. Now both his daughters are missing.
If I have to tear this entire fucking town apart to find them, I will.
Tires squeal on the street and car doors slam. I turn in time to see Wyatt leap out of his pickup and bolt up the steps to Fallon’s cottage. Ford on his heels.
“Wyatt, wait!” I roar after him. The house isn’t secure. Christ.
I leave Stede with the paramedics and race after my brothers who are already inside.
“Fallon!” Wyatt shouts, his voice raw and ragged. He looks desperate as his panicked gaze scans the living room.
“Stay the fuck back,” I snap, grabbing him by the shirt collar and moving him away from the crime scene. My mind’s a mess, and the panic on my little brother’s face isn’t helping.
The color drains from Wyatt’s face. His gaze falls to the rug. “Fuck. Is that—”
Ford grabs him and spins him around before he can see more.
I take in the carnage. Broken glass. Popcorn. The tracker in a cup of tea. A pool of blood spread across the rug.
Fuck.
Time stops. The only sound I hear is my heart pounding in my ears. Nothing else.
Dakota.
I can’t breathe. Can’t focus.
I didn’t protect her. I failed her. I fucking let him take her.
“Montgomery!” Richter’s voice booms like a grenade as he stomps inside the cottage.
I spin around. Fight through the fog in my head to focus. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“We got a witness. Gertie Dump, two houses over, said she saw a man leaving the residence about twenty minutes ago. He was carrying one. Made the other walk. Looked like he had a gun.”
“Fuck,” Ford hisses.
Wyatt drops onto the couch, hands permanently glued to his hair.
Richter continues. “Guy got in a dark blue Mercedes and drove off in a southerly direction. No plate numbers yet.”
Alive.
For once in my life, I’ve never been so happy for small town gossip.
“King’s been here all along,” I say, piecing together what I’ve gathered so far. “Flying in on the weekends to date Fallon. To watch Dakota. He couldn’t get on the ranch, so he waited.”
Richter stares at me like I’ve announced aliens have landed. Then he shakes his head. “We’ll find her, Montgomery. Now, out.”
With that, I reach down and slip the dog tag into my pocket. I walk out of the house and onto the porch. Humid air mists my skin, the sleepy street of Resurrection cast in shadow.
Bending over, I put my hands on my knees and concentrate on breathing. On not burning the entire goddamn world to the ground.
My son and the woman I love kidnapped. Taken.
