Both men settled at the table and he pulled up the footage on tablets, giving them each a different camera go comb over.
It was nearly four in the morning before they finished, and nobody could catch a good glimpse of the man Jodie had raced off with. Their next task was to pick through the guest-list for the night and see if any of the people on it could be the mystery man. And of course, find Jodie.
Lance sent Austin a text.
How is she?
Sleeping. You should do the same.
He didn’t disagree, so he closed his laptop and trudged up the stairs for a few hours of shuteye.
Marissa met him in his dreams, bleeding and unconscious and he knew he would do anything to keep her safe and find the bastards who hurt her.