Diego’s already running toward the truck outside, shouting orders to Alex over the radio.
I sink into one of the overturned chairs, clutching the phone to my chest, trying to steady my shaking hands.
Because I believe him.
Whatever it takes, Sawyer’s bringing her back.
But as I stare at the broken doorway and the empty road beyond, one thought keeps circling in my head.
Please, God, let him get there in time.
Chapter 33-Sawyer
The phone’s barely out of my hand before it shatters against the dash.
“Jesus, Sawyer!”Benji barks, eyes wide.“What the hell?—”
“They took her.”
My voice sounds like gravel, low and flat, but it’s shaking underneath.
I can feel it.
My whole body is shaking.
“Roach and his goddamn crew.They took Bit.”
The cab goes silent.
Micah stops mid-keystroke, the glow from his laptop painting his face pale.
“You’re sure it was him?Lemme check the cameras,” he murmurs and starts pulling security footage from the cloud.
“I heard it from Angie herself,” I growl, slamming my boot on the gas.
The rig lurches forward, engine roaring like it feels my fury.
“She said they forced their way in.Angie’s hurt.Bit—” I swallow hard.“Bit went with them so they wouldn’t shoot her.”
Benji curses, long and vicious.
“We’re an hour out from Dry Creek.”
“Forty minutes,” I bite out.“We’ll make it in forty.”
Micah’s already typing again, fingers flying.
“Give me a second.I’m patching into the ranch cameras.If they were still rolling, I might catch a plate, a direction—something.”
“Angie said Route 80 West,” I tell him.“They’re heading west.”
Micah nods, the light flickering across his face.“Got it.I’ll pull the nearest traffic cams.If they stopped for gas, food—anything—I’ll find them.”
Benji’s already checking his sidearm, snapping the magazine back into place with a grim kind of precision.
“When we find them,” he says, “we’re not calling the cops.”
“Never said we would.”
