“Talk to me,” I bark.
“We’re boarding the plane, Wrath has vans waiting at the airport. We’ll be to Bella Vista soon enough,” he states. “Grinder’s working Reeves’ phone. It’s powered off.”
Of course it is.
“Last ping?”
“Hospital parking lot. Around midnight.”
Midnight.
Danae gets off around seven. Reeves usually works the seven p.m. to seven a.m. shift as well. Why would he cut off at midnight?
The world tilts.
“That doesn’t prove anything,” Raff adds quickly. “But it’s something.”
It’s too much of something.
“Police?” I ask.
“Grandpa filed a report.”
Good. But I don’t trust police to move fast enough. Normally I wouldn’t want cops involved at all. The Hellions have more resources and as an outlaw breaking laws to suit my purpose doesn’t bother me like the boys in blue. Right now, though, Danae in the wind, I want every available body out there looking for her.
“This isn’t just missing, Raff,” I share quietly. “This ain’t her.”
“I know.”
That’s the worst part. He knows. Josie knows. Danae isn’t some random broad, she’s fucking family.
“I’m close,” I tell him. “Keep Grinder on Reeves. I want everything.”
“Already done.”
I hang up and call Grinder.
He answers with keys clacking in the background.
“Tell me you got something.”
“I’m digging,” he states. “Reeves’ phone went dark at 12:07 a.m. But I’m tracing his vehicle GPS through the manufacturer application installed on his SUV. Give me time. I got it running. Will be delayed when I’m in the air, but it will keep working and I may have something as soon as we land.”
“I don’t have time.”
“I know,” he says evenly. “Then ride.”
I end the call and stare at the open road. My one time solace is now the enemy as every mile feels too far.
Smoke walks over, helmet under his arm. “They got anything?”
“Working it.”
He nods once. “Then let’s not waste daylight.”
We mount up again. This time when I take off, it’s full throttle.
No restraint.
