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I step away from the window.

My heart pounds loudly in the silence.

Mercer's voice comes through the trees. “Callie.”

I close my eyes.

Motherfucker.

I open them again.

My gaze drops to the tire iron in my hands, then toward the door.

He wants me that badly?

He's going to fucking earn me.

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By the time I reach Hearth and Honey, two police cars are outside.

I don't like anything about this.

Bishop pulls in behind me.

I’m out of the truck before he shuts off his engine.

One of his men is already waiting near the side of the building.

“Rear exit,” he says as we approach. “Service hall runs behind the restrooms and kitchen. Camera over the back lot.”

“Did it catch her?”

“Not her.”

My jaw clenches.

“Mercer?”

“A vehicle.”

He holds up his phone. I take it.

The image is grainy, but clear enough. Dark SUV. Rear passenger door open. A man with his back to the camera carrying someone with blonde hair.

Everything inside me stops.

Callie.

He's carrying Callie.

Her head hangs against his arm. Her legs aren't moving.

My fingers tighten around the phone.

“McConnell.” Bishop’s voice cuts through the haze.