(Tyler)
My phone rang.
I grabbed it. Rook.
"Yeah?"
"Tyler. It's Rook."
I sat up. "You found her?"
"Maybe. There's a woman in Crosswell that resembles the description you gave me. Same height. Same hair. Same age."
"Where is she?"
"Living at a motorcycle club compound. Devil's Reach MC. She's with the president. Guy named Ridge."
My blood went cold. "She's with another man?"
"Yeah. Looks that way."
I stood up. Started pacing. "Where's Crosswell?"
"About four hours south of Seattle. Small town. Not much there except the MC."
"I'm leaving now."
"No. Don't."
I stopped. "What?"
"Don't go to Crosswell right now. It's not safe."
"I don't care if it's safe. I've been looking for her for months. I'm not waiting anymore."
"Tyler, listen to me. There's a war about to happen. Devil's
