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“We’re already working on it.”

Autumn steps closer.

“Gray, look at me.”

I don’t.

Because if I look at her, I’m going to see what this bastard did to her.

And then I’m going to do something I can’t take back.

“Did he threaten you?” I ask.

“What?”

“Tyler. Has he been in here? Said anything?”

She shakes her head.

“No. I haven’t spoken to him in years.”

“Good.”

“Grayson.”

I turn toward Daniels.

“Get somebody to stay with her.”

The sheriff narrows his eyes.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Blackwood.”

I walk past him.

Autumn catches my wrist.

“Gray.”

I stop.

Her eyes search mine.

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

I look down at her hand.

Then at her face.

“Can’t promise that, Pumpkin.”

Tyler Jensen lives in a rundown house on the edge of town, surrounded by rusted truck parts and enough empty beer cans to keep a recycling plant in business.

His pickup sits crooked in the driveway.