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“Oh, shit!” I said as I started cackling.”

West turned her around by her shoulders. “Frost, you’re with us. Freya, you’re on the back of my bike. Let’s go.”

We made our way out of the clubhouse with every little effort due to everyone pretty much being entranced with the movie currently on television. We hopped onto our bikes and Freya gripped hold of West’s leather jacket before we started back toward the highway. We had about a couple more hours of daylight before darkness would shroud us completely, making the cell phone finding situation damn near impossible. However, once we got out to the spot where we had found my daughter, we started backtracking in both directions.

Before we stumbled upon a set of tire tracks and an empty vehicle on the side of the road that I fucking recognized.

“There!” I yelled as I pointed.

West swerved off onto the side of the road and I followed suit. I practically dropped my bike into the grass before I started throwing open doors. Never in my life had I wanted to not find a fucking cell phone in all my life. I checked underneath the seats while West tore through the front of the car, rolling seats back and rummaging through the glove compartment. And as my heart pounded in my ears, I got down onto my stomach and checked beneath the vehicle.

Before Freya’s voice sounded. “I’m going to check the wood line, just in case they tossed it.”

I gave her a thumbs up before I pressed myself upright. “It’s not under the car.”

West wiped at his brow. “It’s not in front, either. You find it in back?”

My eyes met his as a smile crossed my face. “Not a damn thing in the back of his car.”

“Freya!” West exclaimed.

“I’m searching, hold onto your panties, asshole!”

I barked with laughter while we waited for Freya to finally emerge. And when she did, she had come up empty-handed.

“Nothing,” she said breathlessly as she wiped at the sweat on her forehead.

West looked over at me. “You know what that means?”

I snickered. “It means those assholes might still have her phone.”

He pointed at me. “Get Lexi on the phone so we can get Chloe’s cell number. If she knows what provider Chloe used, get that, too. Then, Freya and I can work our magic.”

It only took a brief text message to Lexi’s phone before she shot back everything I needed. And after handing it over to West, he made the call he had to.

Before handing the phone to Freya.

“Ah, yes,” she said as we both hovered around her, “hi there. I’m so sorry to call so late at night. But I’m having trouble finding my cell phone. I mean, I’ve tore my damn apartment apart. I’ve looked through my car. I backtracked my steps. I can’t find it anywhere! Do you guys have some sort of tracking whatever I can activate, or something, to help me find my phone? I don’t know, like a—oh, you do!? That. Is. Outstanding. What do you need from me? I’ll literally pay you in nudes if you help me out here.”

West and I tried not to die laughing while I held my phone up with the information in front of her face. She rattled everything off from Chloe’s name to her address all the way down to the pin number she used to unlock her account. And after Freya got done chatting that customer service member’s ear off, the call hung up.

Before she downloaded an application onto my phone.

“Here,” she said as she handed it to me, “you have to log into her phone account before you can see it, but the person on the other end of the line said it’ll tell you where the phone is once you do.”

I stared at the log-in information. “Hold on, I have to message Lexi again.”

“Give me that, idiots,” West murmured as he snatched the phone out of my hand.

With his shoulders hunched over and his eyes focused, he stuck his tongue out while his fingertips flew across the keyboard. We waited on bated breath as he cursed beneath his breath and grumbled to himself, and it didn’t fill me with much hope.

“Are you sure I don’t have to--?”

He shot me a look. “Just a couple more minutes, damn. You know how long this kind of shit takes? Be patient.”

I held my hands up in mock surrender. “Well, sooooooorry.”

And after what seemed like a fucking eternity, even as the sun started setting behind us, West smiled.