I don’t stop moving. I can’t.
Movement is the only thing that keeps my mind from becoming a circle of black thoughts.
“We’ll check the fence lines, the tire tracks, and the license plates,” Ronan states. “Brennan will send men to check every scrap of CCTV footage within a ten-mile radius. If Sean took her this way, we’ll find the route.”
I nod.
This plan gives me a focus beyond the image of Riley’s terrified face in my mind.
The rage that has been pulsing through my body has turned into a cold, controlled sort of anger that feels almost comforting.Because to feel anything else right now would make me weak. Weakness gets you killed, and I won’t let that happen to me, or to Riley.
By the time the hint of the dawn breaks out over the estate, we have men searching every part of the city that the tracks could have led to.
We have men checking hospitals and clinics as well as private clubs where men like Sean like to take women like Riley.
It’s sick to even think about, but I have to cover every possible scenario.
When the city swallows the tracks, and the CCTV footage that Brennan pulls up is filled with gaps in the camera footage and angles that miss the exact moment we need, I start to lose hope.
“You think they took her over the fence?” Ronan asks as we stand side by side at the edge of the property.
I stare at the section of fencing before me, trying to picture the scene that could have played out.
The turf below our feet is torn up, and as my eyes scan along the barbed wire, I notice a snag of fabric caught on one of the spikes that I recognize immediately.
“She tried to climb it.”
Ronan’s face pales as his eyes flick up, and he notices the fabric.
“Kieran”
I’m already moving. “I need to get out of here and try to find her.”
“Don’t be a hero!” he calls after me.
“I’m not being a hero. I’m going to get my wife!”
He manages to catch up to me just as I’m throwing open the driver's door of one of the SUVs parked out front and slams it shut.
“Ronan,” I warn.
“You’re in no condition to drive. Let me.”
He’s probably right, so I swallow my pride and walk around the car to the passenger door.
As I open the door, the most ridiculous cherry-red F-type Jaguar comes flying down the drive.
“Fuck’s sake.” I slam the door shut and stalk across the gravel as the car comes to a stop in front of me, kicking up a cloud of dust behind it. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Oscar climbs out of the car. “Kieran.”
I don’t give him a chance to say anything else. I grab him by the collar and slam him against the side of the car.
“What the fuck, man!”
“Are you in on this, huh?” I growl.
“What is wrong with you?”
