Page 204 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
My pulse spikes.
Not good.
Not good at all.
“When was the last time you saw him?” I demand.
“Five… maybe ten minutes ago?” the man says. “I thought he went to the restroom.”
Aspen is already shaking her head.
“No,” she says. “He would’ve told me. He always tells me. I don’t know why but he does.”
There it is.
That edge.
That instinct.
I move.
Fast.
“Check bathrooms,” I snap. “Now.”
Two guys peel off immediately.
I head for the back hall, Aspen right behind me.
“Aspen—”
“I’m not staying behind,” she shoots back.
No time to argue.
We clear the first bathroom.
Empty.
Second—
Empty.
Kitchen.
Empty.
My jaw tightens.
“Back door,” I say.
We move together.
The back hallway feels colder.
Quieter.
Wrong.
