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But there was no Everleigh.

Just her phone, facedown on the ground, the screen cracked.

I picked it up, finding she didn’t even have a passcode on it. That was how trusting this woman was.

I checked her call log.

Sure enough, the last call was her mom.

But that had ended well over an hour ago. Closer to two.

“Fuck,” I yelled, not caring who heard me and the raw desperation in my voice. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I added for emphasis, running back toward the clubhouse where the guys were all outside. “I found her phone. But not her.”

I watched the understanding dawn on their faces. Mingled with a small bit of guilt.

It wasn’t their job to watch her.

There’d never been any indication that she was in danger. Especially not so close to the clubhouse.

“Rook,” Riff said.

“Yeah,” I agreed, nodding at him.

We had cameras.

And even if they didn’t catch anything, the ones in town might give us some insight.

Riff was rushing off without another word.

“What can I do?” Colter asked. New, but ready and willing to act.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“How willing you are to get involved with a potential street war,” I told him.

“What are you thinking?” Sway asked, Murphy at his side.

“I’m thinking we need to find Gray Beacher. Now. And he might be working with Czar and Erion. Which is where I am heading now.”

“We’ll check out Gray’s place,” Sway said, nodding toward Raff.

“And me,” Murphy said.

“Like hell,” Sway hissed.

“Murphy, can you stay here and tell everyone else what is going on as they pull in?” I asked. I understood she was capable. But also Sway’s desire to keep her safe.

Murphy’s eyes flashed, but she gave me a tight nod.

“And wake up Coach from whatever trance-like state he’s in, and send him toward Czar and Erion,” I added.

“Got it,” she agreed, turning, and making her way back to the clubhouse.

“So you and me against a couple of drug lords,” Colter said, nodding. “Sounds like a good time to me.”

We didn’t wait for Coach.

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