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She wipes her hands off on a towel, her face turning serious. “I hope nothing is wrong. Is Cole okay?” she asks.

He laughs. “No beating around the bush with this one, eh?”

“No. But I’m assuming your good mood means my brother is okay?”

He places his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. But I do have a matter of concern. The women you were with last night. They’re missing.”

Luna’s head snaps back so fast, it almost surprises me.

“Oh shit,” Jackson says, laughing and holding up his hands. “Not like that. Shit. Sorry. He wasn’t with two women. They work for Jesse. They spotted Carson going into the bar over in Trap and called her. She asked them to keep an eye on him until someone could come get him.”

“They’re missing?” I ask, seeing Luna declare a false alarm, tucking her green-eyed monster away. But I make a mental note that it’s there.

“Dirk and Jesse went over there this morning to get your keys, so that Raffe could bring your bike back and they didn’t answer.”

“Maybe they’re sleeping,” I say, looking at my watch.

“She kicked the door in and looked.”

Luna’s mouth falls open.

“Then she went over and kicked in the bar owner’s door when he didn’t answer.” Jackson sighs loudly. “She found him inside, but she didn’t like his answer to her questions, so she set it on fire.”

“The house or the bar?” I ask.

“Both.” Jackson waves his hands out. “I just need to know if you remember them saying anything about where they might be going.”

“The one didn’t say a word, and the other one just chewed my ass about being there.”

“Yep. That’s them. Well, fuck, if you think of anything let me know. Hopefully they’re good. We don’t really have any reason to believe they’re not.”

“Except Jesse’s gut feeling?”

He nods.

Fuck.

That doesn’t bode well for them, because Jesse is usually spot on.

She set something on fire …

This is serious.

“If you need help, let me know,” I say as I walk him out.

“I just need you to take care of my sister. Your mom needs you right now.” He gives me a hug and then leaves.

As soon as the door closes, Luna suggests we take our breakfast down to my parents.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. If you don’t mind.”

Not that I’m ready to face Mom, but her pain far outweighs any discomfort I might be feeling over this. She’s the one losing one of her senses.

“I don’t mind at all. They helped me get home last night. I’d like to do something for them.”

I chuckle sadly. Of course they did.

I ran out on her. How the hell did I think she’d get home?