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“It looks like … Well, it looks like she’s been here for a little bit. An hour or so? Chris was out patrolling and saw skid marks.”
Shit. “I’ll ... I’m on my way.”
“What’s wrong?” Wolfe asked, standing directly in front of me.
Hanging up, I swallowed hard. “It’s … uh…”
I couldn’t even get the words out before I leaned over, breathing deep as I tried to keep from losing it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wolfe
“Hey,” I greeted Lynx when Rhys took off out the door like his ass was on fire.
It had taken a couple of minutes to get the man to share the details of the call, and once he had, I understood his sudden panic. In fact, it had triggered my own.
“What’s up?”
“Where you at?”
“Home. Why?”
“We got a problem.” I went on to explain what Rhys had told me, trying to keep my voice low so that I didn’t wake Amy. Rhys and I had decided we’d try to find a way to explain this to her without sending her spiraling into a full-blown panic attack. I knew I probably needed to do so now, but until Rhys confirmed what was going on, we’d decided it was better to keep her in the dark.
Not that either of us liked it, but it was necessary.
“Son of a fuckin’ bitch,” Lynx roared. “I need to call Reagan. Fuckin’ A.”
Without another word, Lynx disconnected the call, and I stared at my phone. Less than a minute later, the damn thing was ringing again.
“You get ahold of her?”
“Fuck no. I just hope like hell it’s ’cause she’s pissed at me. I’m on my way to Amy’s right now.”
I heard a familiar ding-ding-ding that said Lynx was getting into his truck.
“Let me know when you get her.”
When the call disconnected that time, I tossed my phone on the counter.
My eyes slid to the shotgun sitting in the corner, and I pushed off the counter and headed over to it. I double-checked to ensure it was loaded, then set it back down.
If the devil himself showed up on my doorstep tonight, he was going to regret ever fucking with the woman I loved.
And if by chance he didn’t show up, if he was merely playin’ a game, it would be time to implement plan B. After all, my aunt had married into a pretty powerful family. A family that would take no shit from anyone. And I knew exactly which cousin I needed to call to help me on this.
Grabbing my phone, I skimmed through my contacts until I found the man I was looking for.
Time to give Travis Walker a call.
The phone rang twice before my cousin’s gruff voice answered. “’Lo?”
“Hey, Trav. It’s Wolfe.”
“What’s up, man? Things good?”
“Not really, no. I need your help.”
