“No,” she admitted quietly.
Prime moved beside Anchor and lowered his voice slightly.“If he got this close, we’ve got blind spots we’re missing.”
“Then find them.”
“We need more cameras.”
“Done.”
“And maybe somebody watching the docks all night,” Prime suggested.
Anchor nodded once sharply.“Set rotations.”
The club moved instantly after that.
Because this wasn’t just some island mystery anymore.
Post and Pull headed outside to start checking the perimeter.Wannabe grabbed radios while Vin started pulling up camera feeds.Prime and Cross argued quietly about angles and timestamps.
The whole clubhouse shifted into war mode.
And standing there beside McKayla while she stared at her sister’s picture, I realized something dangerous settled hard in my chest.
I’d do anything to find Erin now.Not just because of the club and not just because of the island.
Because of her.
Because every time McKayla looked scared, something ugly and protective woke up inside me.
She glanced up at me suddenly.“What if we’re too late?”
I stepped closer immediately.“We’re not.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No,” I said honestly.“But I know this asshole wants us looking.That means Erin’s still part of whatever game he’s playing.”
McKayla looked down again.“I hate games.”
“So do I.”
Anchor’s voice cut through the room again.“Nobody sleeps tonight.We go through every damn second of footage from the last forty-eight hours.”
“Already pulling it,” Cross answered.
The motherfucker wanted a war?
Fine.He just got one.
Chapter Fifteen
McKayla
“Fourteen-year-old Pearl would have thought it was pretty cool to be living on Skull Island,” Pearl laughed.She was rocked back in one of the old wooden chairs on the clubhouse porch, one bare foot tucked beneath her while the other pushed lightly against the floorboards.The chair creaked in a slow rhythm that should have been annoying, but somehow it fit the night.
Everything on Skull Island had a sound.
The lake lapping against the shore somewhere beyond the trees.The wind moving through the branches.The distant roar of chainsaws from the haunted house.Tourists screaming, then laughing, then screaming again when something else jumped out at them.
