Page 216 of Romeo

I sat with the dead phone still against my ear for several seconds after Fiona ended the call.

Some asshole had cornered her at a gas station, grabbed her hard enough to scare her, told her he knew where she worked, and walked away with a gun tucked into his jeans.

Frank had gotten there in time.

That was the only reason I was still sitting in Diamond Creek instead of listening to Fiona describe something much worse.

I lowered the phone and stood.

The rage moving through me wasn’t wild enough to make me stupid. It did the opposite. By the time I crossed the common room, I already knew what I needed.

I ignored Tank when he called my name and went upstairs for the go-bag I kept packed. Five minutes later, it was strapped to my bike.

King would be pissed when he found out.

Right now, I needed Nav.

I called as I pulled onto the highway.

“Yo.”

“I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“I need video from a gas station in Rosewood, Virginia. I need you to identify a man on it.”

There was a pause, followed by the unmistakable sound of Nav’s fingers moving over a keyboard. “Does King know about this?”

“No.”

“Romeo—”

“Save me the fucking lecture, Nav.”

“King’s gonna lose his mind.”

“Probably, but I need you to find the video.”

Nav sighed. “What am I looking for?”

“Man, around thirty to thirty-five. Brown hair. Scruffy beard. About six feet. Grabbed a woman outside the station while carrying a gun.”

“Jesus Christ. What the fuck happened?”

“The footage, Nav.”

“What gas station?”

“Rosewood only has one fucking station.”

That earned a short laugh despite the tension in his voice. “You’re riding to Virginia right now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course you fucking are.”

“The footage, Nav. I want a name, address, job, criminal history—whatever you can get.”