Forty-eight hours missing.
No contact.
And one brutal thought repeating louder every second.
You walked away from her.
His jaw tightened hard.
Not now.
He grabbed his gear bag off the floor and moved for the door.
Fast.
Focused.
Locked down tight.
Because there was still time.
There had to be.
He wasn’t too late.
Not this time.
3
Clay
Idon’t remember grabbing my gear.
Don’t remember walking out of the room.
Don’t remember anything between hearing her name—
And this.
Weapon check.
Loaded.
Clean.
Ready.
Same as always.
Everything is the same.
Except it’s not.
“Easy.”
Russ’s voice cuts in from behind me.
Low.
