Rage filled Brock until his fingers curled into fists. He took a deep breath, then went stone-calm. “Check out first and second streets. That leaves Main Street—I’ll meet you on the river drive at the end. Keep in touch.” He jumped onto his snowmobile, driving down the street and pausing at each business to see if anybody had seen or heard anything. Most places had closed down for the stormy day. Finally, he reached Sam’s and hustled inside to find Amka wiping down the bar.
“Hey. You want a late lunch?” She didn’t look up.
“No. I think Ophelia has been taken. Have you seen her?” He looked around the bar, but the place looked empty.
Amka straightened, her gaze sharpening. “No. Haven’t seen her all day.”
Damn it. “What about anybody else? Anybody been in here drinking or acting off?”
“No.” She tossed the towel behind the bar. “I’ll come help you look for her. I can’t think of anything out of the ordinary today, except Jarod disappeared again. Probably hanging out at Lefty’s still.” Shaking her head, she leaned down and grabbed her coat, already moving around the bar. “Where do you want me?”
“Go to the diner and then over to the hospital and Doc’s office.” Brock wanted Amka safe and covered, just in case. “Call me if they know anything.”
“You’ve got it.” She hustled toward the back door. “Lock up the front, would you?” Then she headed outside.
He hurriedly locked the front door and then ran back outside to hop on his snowmobile, heading toward the river. His phone buzzed, and he answered it, having to yell over the blasting snow. “Osprey.”
“Hey, it’s Damian. I’m in the helicopter and will scout from the air. If anybody has any sort of lead, let me know. I’ll canvas for the Jeep and call you.” His brother’s voice came through along with the din of the copter’s blades.
Brock’s chest heated. “Thanks, D. Call me when you find that Jeep.”
“Roger that.” The line went dead.
His brothers had jumped into action the second he called. No matter what had happened with Hank, he never should have let them become so distant. It wouldn’t do. If Ace had helped Hank to die, they’d figure it out. It’s what they did. He drove toward the river road as the snow and wind pierced his jacket, freezing his skin.
Where was she?
He couldn’t breathe as his mind tried to wander to what could be happening to her. No. Focus. He went cold again, letting his mind rule. He’d already figured out that he’d fallen for her, and he was going to keep her. But first, he had to find her.
Alive.
He reached the end of Main Street and turned right on the river road, headed west. Holding his breath, he scouted the forest on his right looking for any signs of a vehicle.
His phone buzzed, and he slowed the sled to glance at the screen. “Hi, Ace. Did you find anything?”
“I think so.” Ace’s voice came through strong. “I’m down at the cross back near the river. There’s a vehicle here with footprints not quite obliterated by the snow yet. So, they’re fresh within a couple of hours.”
Brock flipped the sled around. “Whose rig is it?”
“I don’t know yet. Give me a second as I wipe if off.” Ace grunted and then paused. “Oh.”
Brock waved at Christian before he could turn east on the river road. “Whose truck?”
“Crap, Brock. It’s David Laurence’s SUV. What the hell, man?”
“David?” How did that make any sense? Did he have something to do with Tammy’s death? He didn’t have any connection to Hank or the dead EVE guy. Or did he? Fuck.
Ace sighed. “He’s nowhere around here, and the prints go toward Main Street. If nothing else, he might’ve seen who took Ophelia.”
Brock’s gut rolled over. “There’s no reason David hid his SUV down there and walked into town, Ace. You know it, and I know it.”
Ace grunted. “But why? Tammy?”
“Maybe? I don’t know.”
Ace coughed. “Any chance he found out about the night you and Monica spent together? Wants some crazy revenge?”
Brock opened the throttle, holding the freezing phone to his ear with one hand. “That’s crazy. Maybe he killed Tammy for some reason and Ophelia figured it out.”
