“Miles.” The way he says my name tells me everything.
“What?” I demand.
“You need to listen.”
“Raff.”
“Josie got a call this morning.” My grip tightens on the phone.
“From who?” This is the shitty part of
“Their grandpa.”
The world narrows to the sound of my own breathing. “He says she didn’t make it home from work. They had to call over a backup caregiver.”
The words don’t make sense at first. “What do you mean didn’t make it home?”
“She never showed up after her shift to relieve the night caregiver.”
That thread in my gut snaps into a wire. “What about the hospital?”
“Called. She ain’t there.” My mouth goes dry. “No one can reach her,” Raff continues. “We’ve been trying since six.”
I look around the gas station like the answer might be painted on the damn pumps.
“She didn’t answer me either,” I share, voice low and dangerous.
Raff exhales hard. “We’re rolling out. Called Country Boy, Stud, Grinder, Dove, everyone is already in motion, brother.”
My head snaps up. “What?”
“Wrath knows. Country Boy too. Rest of the club’s on the way.”
A rush of heat floods my veins. “I’m not too far. Tell Wrath I’m going straight to the Saint’s clubhouse.”
“Then you better twist that throttle.”
Fear doesn’t hit me like a scream. It creeps ever steady. Cold fingers down my spine. Because Danae doesn’t just vanish. She’s predictable in the best way. Responsible. Accountable. The kind of woman who calls if she’s five minutes late.
“Anyone got eyes on Reeves,” I mutter knowing I had Grinder digging into him. Dove was working his contacts too.
Raff goes quiet for half a beat. “The doc?”
“Yeah.”
“He bothering her again?”
“Has been on and off. Nothing consistent.”
The pieces click together in a way I don’t want them to.
“I need Grinder tapping into Reeves’ phone,” I state, already moving toward my bike. “He’s got the information. Dove has the right contacts.”
“Already thought of that,” Raff replies. “I’ll tell him to get on it now.”
Smoke’s watching me from across the pump, cigarette forgotten between his fingers.
“What happened?”
