Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
It looked like she hadn’t been home for days.
Her newspapers piled up in the yard. Her mail was overflowing from the mailbox.
Her lights weren’t on.
There was definitely something wrong.
“Where is she?” Wolf asked, sounding curious, but not worried like I was.
“I don’t know. I told her to come here,” I explained, getting out and slamming the truck door closed.
I heard the slam of Wolf’s door, indicating he’d followed me, as I walked to the front door.
I cupped my hands over my eyes and pressed them against the glass that lined either side of the front door.
I took in everything at a glance, noting that it was a pigsty inside, too.
Now that definitely wasn’t Freya.
Her house had been immaculate when I’d seen it the night I’d followed her home from the hospital.
Now it’d looked like she’d gone through it with a whirlwind, grabbing what she needed and leaving the mess for later.
Hell, even her refrigerator was open.
“Fuck me,” I tried the door handle.
It didn’t open.
I bent down and threw the welcome mat out of the way, a tiny bit disappointed when I didn’t find a key.
“You keep checking here, and I’ll go check the back,” I directed.
Wolf grunted in agreement, but I didn’t wait to see it as I was already around the corner of her house.
My luck held true, and I found a key under the back mat, used it, and gained entry into her house in less than a minute.
Heading straight for the front door, I opened it and started to look around.
Something was off.
“Wow,” Wolf said. “Place is a mess. What’d she do? Pack and leave everything worthwhile behind?”
I looked over at him to see his hand holding up a computer and her phone charger.
My eyes followed the cord to the ground, and I saw the tennis ball.
“The dog’s gone,” I said. “She took a few things at least.”
Wolf grunted and started to scan the room, stopping at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.
“Lots of mail here, too,” he said.
I was already half way down the hallway, though, heading for her room.
It was in disarray much the same as the other half of the house.
Clothes everywhere. Shoes strewn about. Another phone cord connected next to the bed.
Papers littered the floor, causing me to bend down and pick them up.
Competition. First place- $50,000. Second place- $25,000. Third place- $10,000.
My eyes scanned the paper closer, and I realized that it was addressed to Corey Capone, Freya’s brother.
My heart hurt.
Picking up the papers and stacking them nicely, I put them on the night table before I turned around and kept looking.
I followed the destruction into the closet, and that’s when I saw that the gun safe was open, and nothing was left inside.
It was a small safe, only housing three long rifles and two handguns, but it was enough.
For it to be empty meant they were stolen…or Freya had needed them.
My heartbeat started to thump harder and faster as the possibilities poured through me.
Pulling my phone out, I called Peek.
“I need help.”
***
“How’d you find her so fast?” I asked my president.
“Silas,” he said.
One word was all that needed to be spoken.
Silas was a legend, even if he was over two hours away.
He was the president of a neighboring motorcycle club; one of the closest, distance wise.
Of course we knew who he was.
But his reputation didn’t really come from the fact that he was president of The Dixie Wardens MC.
No, it came from him being a fucking badass.
Whispers were heard far and wide about him being some sort of spook.
I guessed he was with the CIA or the FBI.
Others thought he was just a badass not affiliated with any governmental agency.
No matter what the case, I was glad to have him at my side, helping me out.
“Where is she?” I asked, thinking to ask questions later, choosing to use now to get to Freya before anything happened to her.
“She’s in South Texas, Houston…at a shooting competition.”
The flyer that’d been addressed to Corey instantly came to the forefront of my mind, and I hurried back inside Freya’s house and straight to her bedroom.
Picking up the flyer, I took it with me back outside and handed it to Peek.
“This one?” I asked.
He scanned the paper, then nodded. “Yes.”
We were on the road thirty minutes later, and nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw when I got there.
Chapter 9
Every pizza is a personal pizza if you try hard enough and believe in yourself.
-T-shirt
Freya
I was going to vomit all over my brother’s gun.
Seriously.
I’d be lucky as hell if I made it through this without puking.
I couldn’t do this.
I couldn’t. Not now. I couldn’t be sitting here, where my brother usually sat, and do this.
I didn’t deserve to be here.
But they’d let me in on a technicality.
All that was listed on the roster was the first initial and the last name.