Page 216 of The Dark Stranger
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"Found tire treads on the road."
"Her phone on the ground."
"Multiple shoe prints."
"Boot prints."
"No sign of Becca."
The world stops.
Everything goes silent.
Except for the roaring in my ears.
Jace is staring at me.
His expression shifts.
"Silas—"
"Where the fuck is Nick?" I snap.
My voice is sharp.
Cutting.
"He's out looking for her," the man says.
"He's been searching for thirty minutes."
"Nothing."
I stand.
My hands are shaking.
Not from fear.
From rage.
Pure.
Unfiltered.
Rage.
"Get everyone," I say.
My voice is cold.
Dead.
"Lock down the safehouse."
"Find Nick."
"And start tracking every fucking vehicle that's moved through that area in the last two hours."
