Burke turned back toward Wade.
“Where’s your son?”
Wade flicked ash from the cigar slowly.
“If I knew that, Sheriff, don’t you think I’d tell you?”
“Miller!” Wade barked suddenly.
The stable manager appeared from around the side of the house at a jog, barn gloves still on.
His face tightened immediately when he saw Grant.
“What’s happened?”
“Have you seen Cal?” Burke asked.
Miller shook his head instantly.
“No, sir. Been trying to reach him for almost an hour.” He looked genuinely worried now. “One of the mares is in foal tonight. Prize mare. Cal’s been anxious about it all week.”
Grant and Burke exchanged a look.
Because that tracked.
Cal would never ignore that call.
Not tonight.
“Phone?” Burke asked.
“Straight to voicemail.”
Even Wade wasn’t pretending anymore now.
Burke nodded once.
“Let’s go.”
Grant stared at Wade one last hard second before turning away.
The truck peeled down the winding estate road fast.
Neither brother spoke until they cleared the gates and hit the main road again.
Then Burke finally exhaled.
“They moved the shipment,” he said grimly. “Now Izzy’s gone.”
“And Cal,” Grant added.
Burke nodded once.
“Maybe.”
A beat.
“Or maybe Cal got caught in the middle. I don’t know yet.”
