And now, she was gone too.
“Do you have any idea where her phone might be since we didn’t find it on her body?”
“No. She never went anywhere without it.” Then another thought occurred to me. “Did you find her SAT phone?”
“SAT phone?” Lane asked like I was speaking a different language. “Like a satellite phone?”
“Yeah, I bought her one a few years back when it became obvious I couldn’t stop her from going on these little excursions alone.”
Lane hummed thoughtfully. “There was a tent at the scene,but we didn’t find any other personal effects besides what she was wearing. If she’d moved into the motel for the remainder of her trip, that would explain why.”
“Odd that she wouldn’t take the tent, though,” I mused, more to myself than him. “That thing wasn’t cheap.”
The fucking tent doesn’t matter, Reagan. Your sister isgone.
I dropped my head into my hands, and Lane gave me a beat before speaking again.
“I’m sorry,” Lane said, correctly interpreting my distress. “I know this is a lot.”
I looked up at him, and his expression softened at whatever he saw in my gaze. “Where do I go from here?”
Lane winced. “Not to pile on, but…we do still need to get that visual ID.”
“Fuck.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I didn’t want to do it, but there was no getting out of it.
Squaring my shoulders and lifting my chin, I rose from my seat.
“Now?” Lane asked, standing up as well.
“Now,” I confirmed.
With a nod, Lane moved to the door and held it open for me.
“We’ll find who did this to her,” he promised me as we walked down the hallway, but my attention wasn’t on him.
Instead, my gaze locked on the group of men gathered at the edge of the bullpen.
I recognized three of them.
Crew, the youngest Lawless brother and a firefighter, if I remembered correctly.
West, everything about his physical appearance except his longer, shaggier hair an exact match to the man between them.
When Finn’s eyes caught mine, the entire world seemed to stop spinning. Everything narrowed to that moment, that reconnection.
Memories flashed quickly through my mind.
Skin.
Tattooed hands.
Sighs of pleasure and screams of his name.
A deluge of sensation, and I almost let it drag me under.
