Page 86 of Pretty Threats

My brows rise. “You told him?”

“Yeah, said you were both on the river. Didn’t take your phone cuz you thought you might flip the boat a time or two while training.”

I grab my phone and call C straightaway.

“Yeah?” C says.

“Hey. We just got back. What do you need, C?”

“Where’s the girl?”

“The girl? You mean Raine?”

“I’m asking you, so who the fuck else?”

The world around me starts to recede as my mind drills down on his question. “She’s in Boston visiting her dad.”

“When did you last talk to her?”

I hesitate for a beat. “She texted me around lunchtime. Why?”

“Better call home.”

“Someone called you?” I ask, trying to piece together why anyone would.

“Liam called Trick, to verify whether you were out of touch because you were working.”

“Right. Sorry he bothered you.”

“No bother, since I got news that interests me. Didn’t expect Raine to be out of pocket already. We’ll talk about that later, though. First, find out where she is and go get her.”

“Yeah.” I end the call with C, so I can call her. I go straight to voicemail like her phone’s off. My next call is to Liam.

“Killian,” he says.

“What’s going on with Raine?”

“You don’t know anything about it?”

“No.”

There’s a pause. “You sure, brother?”

“Yeah, I swear. Tell me what the hell’s going on.”

“She went to a coffee shop to do some schoolwork. Was supposed to be back in the afternoon to go to the movies with Ma and Peter. Never showed up. Not answering calls or texts.”

“It’s almost sundown,” I mumble, my mind racing. Raine wouldn’t walk around downtown alone after dark.

“I assume you’ve got an app to show you where she is?”

My throat constricts like it’s filling with blood from someone dragging a knife down it. Normally, I would be able to find her instantly, but right now I can’t because she restored the factory settings on her devices, wiping them clean. It was a scorched earth approach to covering her tracks.

“I don’t have an easy way to track her right now, but there are backchannel ways—I’ll check where the car is. She took Peter’s like she usually does?”

“Yeah. Listen, Aiden’s ready to roll. We held off because?—”

“Yeah, you thought I took her. The last place I had a text from her was Leventhal Park. That was four or five hours ago. Tell Aiden to start that way. I’ll text him the car’s location in a few minutes.”

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