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My little dancer.
“I know,” Bailey says.
“Call the prospect on the gate. Prospect Two. See if he saw her,” Savage demands.
I open my phone, wincing when I see Bailey is the one who called me. I dial the prospect’s number.
“Yes, sir,” he answers.
“Did you see my girl leave?” I ask him.
“Yeah. About an hour and a half ago,” he tells me.
“Anything weird about her leaving?”
“Nope. She even waved at me,” he tells me.
“Okay. Keep an eye out and call me if she comes back.”
I hang up before he can respond.
“She left an hour and a half ago. You think it could have been an accident?” I ask, hoping not. “She once got a flat and couldn’t change it. Maybe it broke down?”
“Why wouldn’t she call, though?” Savage asks.
He’s right. Something isn’t right.
“Could that guy from the school have found out she was talking to the press?” Bailey asks.
“Maybe. I’ll call Dex and get him on it. Sorry, boss. I need to go look for her,” I tell him as I stand.
He stands with me. “The run can wait. Let’s go find your girl.”
Pulling out my phone, I call Dex.
“Hey, my girl is missing. Can you check the cameras and see where she went? See if you can catch her anywhere?” I ask him as soon as he picks up.
“On it.”
“Oh, and Dex? Zak Brohan from her school. Check into him too. See if you can locate him,” I tell him.
“Will do.”
As I hang up, I see Savage doing the same thing.
“I called in the calvary,” he tells me as he mounts his bike.
I do the same, not even bothering with a helmet. I take off, my bike screaming down the road as I rush across town. I turn down the road she would have taken from the clubhouse into town, hoping for a sign of her. Maybe she doesn’t have a signal. Or her phone died.
I know it’s unlikely, but it’s the best-case scenario.
As we drive, more and more of my brothers fall in behind us. Savage lets me take the lead, doing everything to look for Cami.
About two miles from the clubhouse, I see it. A car on the side of the road on its hood. I’m not close enough yet, but it sure looks like a Corolla.
When I finally get close to the car, I jump off my bike letting it fall to the ground.
“Cami,” I call out, running up to the driver’s side.
