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“Finn said there was blood.”

“I think she fought. There was broken glass. Blood on the counter and her phone on the floor. We assume she was trying to grab it.” He reached into his pocket, handing me Autumn’s necklace. The chain was snapped, the links torn apart as if it had been ripped off her neck.

I shut my eyes. “I want him buried so deep, Satan is already there waiting for him.”

“Done.”

We reached the hotel and went straight upstairs. Finn bear-hugged me, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. “We’ll find her,” he vowed.

I gripped his arm. “I need everything you’ve got, Finn.”

“It’s yours.”

Finn took me to the control room. It was frenetic with men and women bent over keyboards, talking, one person at a whiteboard writing information down. Evan looked up as we walked in.

“We’ve patched into the street camera from around the time we think she went missing. There is a car we can’t account for leaving from behind the building just after the time Davey went upstairs. We checked the security feed, and the camera at the back was repositioned away, but we caught a corner. I think he took her down the back stairs, out the rear door, and left in a hurry. We followed the car until it disappeared off the cameras. We’re tracing the plate.” He brought up an image. “Only one person in the car.”

We peered at the grainy image. The person had dark hair and a beard, but you couldn’t say for sure it was him, although we were certain.

“Only one person? Where is Autumn?” I muttered, then clutched the edge of the table as realization sank in.

No one spoke, but we all knew. He was driving. She was in the trunk.

I shut my eyes.

Was she unconscious? Hurt? Awake and terrified? Crying for me?

Niall stepped beside me. “Calm, Sully. We need you calm.”

I looked down, seeing I had torn the trim from the desk, crushing it in my hand.

I tried to take a deep breath, the oxygen struggling to fill my lungs.

“What can I do?”

There was a shout and a curse behind me. “The car was stolen and found ditched. He must have switched vehicles.”

“Start checking other feeds,” Evan ordered, walking to an image of a map. “He was heading toward cottage country. He must have a place there. Someone check land titles up north for his real name!”

If it was possible, the noise grew louder. Everyone was talking, Evan shouting out orders. It was chaos, yet I knew it was controlled. No one was panicked or looking confused. They were all concentrating, doing what they did best.

“Let’s go to my office,” Finn said, pulling on my arm.

“There must be something we can do.” I looked around, feeling powerless. Not a sensation I liked.

“They need the room,” Niall assured me. “Without distractions. And the way you’re pacing, you’re a distraction.”

I hadn’t even realized I was moving. I let them lead me to Finn’s office. A glass with a shot of whiskey was pushed into my hand, and a plate appeared before me. “Drink this. You need it. And eat. We all need to keep up our strength.” Niall poured a mug of coffee for each of us after tossing back a shot himself. “Now, Sully.”

I did what he told me to do, the whiskey burning its way down my gullet and into my empty stomach. Its warmth was immediate. I forced myself to eat a sandwich, tasting nothing.

Was Autumn hungry?

Scared?

Cold?

I opened my eyes, forcing the vision of her tied up and injured in a trunk, being dragged God knew where, out of my mind before I went mad.