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He slipped inside as Callum went to answer the door. He did a quick look through the kitchen and into the living room.
"Order for eighteen pizzas."
"I didn't order any pizzas. You have the wrong address."
"Sir, you did. Just ten minutes ago, and you rushed them."
"Kid, I didn't order any pizzas."
He peeked down the hallway seeing the pizza boy with the pizzas and Callum looking pissed. He hurried up the stairs taking his opportunity.
"Sir, I'm not leaving until you pay for these. Your total is a hundred and eighteen dollars."
He went through the bedrooms and ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. There was no sign of Lyra. He was running out of places.
He only had one more name on the list, and he was fucked. But what if they didn't keep her in their houses? It was something he hadn't thought about before. If none of them had her, she could be anywhere.
"Take your pizzas back. I didn't order them."
Timber hurried down the stairs. The argument up front was growing heated. He slipped out the back door and around the house.
He heard Callum slam the door in the guy's face. "Dude! If you don't pay, I'm going to lose my job."
He walked down the sidewalk toward the pizza guy's van. He slipped a hundred and a fifty under the windshield wiper with a note to leave the pizzas wherever he wanted.
He climbed into his truck and headed to the last address on his list. He was worried. He needed to find Lyra. He parked when he noticed someone was coming out of Devlen's house. He squinted, trying to see better, and his body clenched. It was Pauley.
What the fuck is he doing here?
His stomach told him it wasn't going to be an answer he liked. He pulled himself out of the truck. His fingers curled into fists.
Pauley walked down the sidewalk, and his body froze when he saw him coming. "Timber."
"You son of a bitch," he growled. "You know where they have her, don't you?"
Pauley took a step back pulling his hands up. "I don't. I have …"
"Don't fucking lie to me," he snapped, grabbing his collar. His bear roared. "I will snap your fucking neck! What the fuck are you doing here?"
Pauley blinked, unable to form a sentence, but it was clear. He was siding with the council on this. He thought a pure bloodline was the way to live.
"You piece of shit!"
"You can't hate me for my beliefs, Timber. It's better for the clan."
"No, you being dead would be better for the clan! Acting like you're my friend, and then you sneak around behind my back!"
"I'm …"
"You are," he snarled, pulling him closer to him. "You are not my friend. Tell me where Lyra is!"
He stuttered, and he tightened his hold on his collar. He wanted to crush his windpipe.
"She is my life, and trust me, I won't mind a little blood on my hands to get her. I am a desperate man, and you are in my fucking way."
"All right, all right!" He threw his hands up. "They took her to an abandoned barn near the edge of town. It's off Route 84. It's been empty for years. Devlen purchased it a couple of months ago."
He narrowed his eyes on the bastard but knew he was telling the truth. That was the thing about Pauley. He didn't like confrontations.
