I just stared.
Another wanted poster.Another picture of Erin, but this one was different.This one wasn’t just her face.
It was a full-body photo.
Erin was tied to a bed with her hands bound, ankles tied, and her head turned limply to the side.
The motel bed.
And then I saw the clock.
A little digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed.
12:20.
My eyes snapped to the clock on the office wall.
12:45.
Twenty-five minutes ago.
Twenty-five minutes.
The killer had just taken this picture.
My voice ripped out of me.“She’s at the motel!”
Everyone turned toward me.
I held the poster up, my hands shaking so hard the paper rattled.“She’s at the motel right now.”My voice cracked into a scream.“We need to go now!”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Push
The ride to the motel should have taken twelve minutes.
I got us there in seven.
The second McKayla screamed for us to go, something ugly and desperate had ripped through the entire fucking club.Anchor barked orders.Prime radioed everyone.Cross nearly knocked over a chair trying to get out of Ron’s office fast enough.
And me?
I got McKayla on the back of my bike and twisted the throttle so hard the tires spit gravel across the haunted house parking lot.
The engine roared beneath us as we tore across Skull Island.McKayla’s arms were locked around my waist so tight it almost hurt, but I didn’t say a damn thing about it.I liked feeling her there.Even now.Even with everything going to hell around us.
The wind ripped through the trees as we shot across the bridge off the island.
Behind us, Anchor, Prime, Piney, Vin, and Cross thundered after us on their bikes.The roar echoed across the water like a damn war cry.
If we were too late, McKayla would never recover from it.And neither would I.
I didn’t know when this woman had gotten under my skin.Maybe it was the second she cracked her head open because she was terrified after finding a body.Maybe it was when she kept standing right back up and throwing sarcasm at all of us even while everything in her life was falling apart.
Or maybe it was the first time she looked at me like she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
Didn’t matter now.
