I grip the edge of the table so hard my knuckles go white.
“She wasn’t random,” Wrath states. “This was targeted.”
Of course it was. I didn’t even have to ask. I already knew.
I start pacing. The clubhouse suddenly feels too small. Too tight. Too suffocating.
“Witnesses?” I demand.
“None yet,” Wrath replies. “We’re canvassing.”
“Cameras?”
“Nothing on that stretch of road.”
Of course not. I drag a hand through my hair. “She wouldn’t go quietly,” I mutter.
Country Boy looks at me carefully. “You don’t know that.”
“I do.” Danae is strong. Stubborn. But she’s also smart. My chest caves inward. “She’d go,” I say hoarsely. “If they used him, she’d go. For her grandfather, she would go quietly, willingly.”
Silence settles heavy over the room.
Wrath watches me like he’s assessing a storm. “We’re not treating this like a missing person,” he says finally. “We’re treating it like an abduction.”
The word slices clean.
Abduction.
“She’s alive,” I say immediately. Not because I know. Because I have to believe.
Wrath nods slowly. “Then we move fast.”
I start pacing again, energy coiling inside me like a live wire. Smoke leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dark. “You look like you’re about to tear something apart,” he observes.
“I am,” I snap.
Fear is eating me from the inside out. It’s not loud anymore. It’s sharp.
Focused.
A caged animal clawing at my ribs. I picture her blindfolded. Bound. Scared. The thought makes my hands shake. “Grinder,” I bark. “You got anything else?”
“Working traffic cams,” he says. “Pulling feeds from intersections within a ten-mile radius.”
“Van?” I ask knowing they had to grab her in a van or SUV.
“Too many possibilities right now.”
I slam my fist onto the table hard enough to rattle the photos. “Then narrow it down.”
Wrath steps closer, not aggressive. Grounded. “Listen to me,” he says firmly. “Losing your head won’t get her back.”
I glare at him. “You don’t know that.”
“I do.” His eyes hold mine. “We find her smart. Not loud.”
My chest rises and falls like I’ve been running. “I can’t just stand here,” I grind out.
