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“Uh… Quinn and Brooklyn are missing. I know something happened between the two of you yesterday but I thought you’d want to know.”

“I’m on my way,” I snap into the phone before hanging up and Fuzz stands as I grab my bike keys off the bar.

“What’s going on?”

“That was Quinn’s sister Alice. Quinn and her daughter are missing and I’ve got to get over there.”

He nods and stands. “I’m coming with you. Lead the way.”

We rush out of the clubhouse and jump on our bikes before peeling out of the parking lot. As I fly through the streets of Baton Rouge, my heart hammers in my chest and my mind races with scenarios. What the hell happened after I left earlier? I wish I had asked Alice before hanging up the phone but I’ll find out soon enough.

Red and blue lights blind me as I pull up to Quinn’s house and I barely get the kickstand down before I’m jumping off my bike and running up the front steps.

“Lucas,” Alice calls as I reach the front door and I turn to the swing where she’s sitting with tears running down her face. Fuzz joins me on the porch and we walk over to her.

“What happened, Alice?”

She sucks in a stuttered breath. “I’m so sorry, Lucas. I shouldn’t have left her.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, sitting next to her on the swing and she wipes away a few tears.

“When I got home from the park with Brooklyn earlier, I found Quinn crying on the kitchen floor but she wouldn’t tell me what happened. She just said that she wanted to be alone.”

Fuck. I never should have left her.

What the hell was I thinking?

“What happened after that?” Fuzz asks and Alice glances up at him before turning to me. I nod to let her know he’s okay and she sighs.

“She somehow convinced me to go out to dinner and a movie with my friends so she could be alone with Brooklyn. When I got home an hour ago, the front door was wide open and they were just gone. Her purse and her phone were still sitting on the island and she was just…gone.”

“Jesus,” I breathe, dropping my head into my shaking hands as my heart thunders in my chest. Fuck. Where could she be? I think back over the past few weeks, searching for clues or signs that she was in danger but nothing stands out to me.

“There’s one more thing,” Alice whispers and I meet her gaze as fresh tears drip down her cheeks.

“When I called the police, they found blood in the entry and the kitchen. They said whatever happened here, she put up one hell of a fight.”

“Smith. Fuzz,” someone says and I glance up as Rodriguez walks toward us, his face somber.

“Please tell me you’ve got something.”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “I have a theory but you’re not going to like it.”

“What?” I ask, scowling when it dawns on me. I shake my head. “You mean my brother? No… Why would he do this?”

He arches a brow. “You mean besides the fact that she identified him as her rapist only hours ago? How about the fact that the results from the DNA test came back? It was a match, Smith. I was going to send some deputies out to pick him up in the morning.”

I shake my head. “He didn’t know about that yet, though, did he? It has to be something or someone else.”

“Well, did you see anything when you were watching the house?” Alice asks and I turn to look at her.

“What?”

“When you and Quinn weren’t talking and you were sitting out front in your truck, did you see anything weird?”

I shake my head, trying to piece together what she’s saying to me but it doesn’t make sense. For the most part of those three days, I was drunk off my ass but was I really stupid enough to drive over here and sit out in front of Quinn’s house? No, I wouldn’t do that. I glance up at Fuzz for confirmation and he shrugs.

“Oh my god,” Alice whispers. “It wasn’t you, was it?”