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“When?”

“Just… just a couple minutes ago!”

“Where?” I growled as Colter came in behind me.

Distantly, I could hear the sirens as the cops left the station. It wouldn’t be long until they got here. Until my chances of getting information out of Melissa with intimidation fell away.

“Where the fuck did he take her? What is he doing to her?”

“He’s going to make it look like an overdose!” Melissa said, tears starting to stream down her cheeks.

“Where?” My voice was so loud that she shrank into herself, shoulders coming up, hands moving outward at me.

“I don’t know! I swear!”

“What kind of car?” I asked.

“Black sedan. With a missing hubcap on the front passenger side.”

“Detroit,” Colter said, voice calm. “It was pulling out as we were coming in.”

“Fuck,” I growled, the sirens pulling into the neighborhood.

I tucked my gun away, turned, and walked out of the house.

“She’s not here,” I told Slash as he looked over at me. “He took her out as we were coming in. To drug her into an overdose,” I added.

Two uniformed cops were exchanging looks, confused. Understandably so.

I ignored them.

And beelined for my brother as he climbed out of his car instead.

“You fucking did this,” I yelled as I made my way toward him. “If something happens to her because of your fucking ass, you’re going to regret it,” I added.

“No,” Dallas said, holding his hands up. But not to me.

When I looked, the uniforms were reaching for their guns.

“What happens to who?” Dallas asked, brotherly disgust pushed back behind professional curiosity.

“Everleigh,” I said, biting out her name. “She was innocent. And now someone’s going to fucking kill her to cover their tracks.”

I wanted to say more.

I wanted to haul back, then punch him full-force in the face.

But I didn’t have time.

I had to find Everleigh.

I had to save her.

I charged past him.

“Wait,” Dallas called. “Get in,” he said, waving toward his car.

I wanted to tell him to fuck himself.

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