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He checked his phone, but the screen was blank.
“I feel like something is wrong.”
The strange feeling grew and deepened, morphing from an unsettled odd feeling to fear.
“Shit, I think something’s wrong with Tatum.” He grabbed the truck’s door and wrenched it open and slid behind the wheel.
Ford jumped back in as Grey turned the engine on and shifted into drive, slamming his foot on the gas.
“You think you’re picking up on her feelings?”
“I have to be,” he said. His chest was tight, and his heart was pounding. Something was definitely wrong with his mate.
He asked Ford to call her cell, but it went right to voicemail.
“Try the library.”
“Is that in your contacts?”
“Uh, shit. No. Search for it online.”
While Ford looked for the number on his phone and dialed it, Grey used his phone to call Crew, letting him know that he had a feeling something was wrong with Tatum.
“We’ll follow your location on the app, keep me posted as you can,” Crew said. Grey could hear him running and knew his friend would be in a vehicle quickly. “I’ll have Dexter come and keep an eye on Zara and Tris, and I’ll bring Avi with me.”
“Thanks. I’m worried, Crew.”
“Let’s hope it’s nothing and she’s fine.”
Grey nodded, his heart in his throat.
He was still feeling some fear, but it was dull now, and he couldn’t explain why the feeling would suddenly be muted.
“The library line is ringing busy,” Ford said. “I’ve dialed three times.”
He’d thought she was safe at the library for the afternoon because it was a public place and she wasn’t ever alone, but what if he’d made a mistake?
As they reached the library, Grey saw a dark van pull out of the parking lot in a hurry, tires screeching as it pulled onto the street in front of them.
“Ford,” Grey said.
“That’s Silas,” Ford said with a growl.
Silas, Colton’s right-hand male was driving the van. There was no way it was a coincidence.
As Grey followed the van closely, Ford texted Crew what they’d witnessed. Grey was positive Tatum was in the van. He couldn’t let them get away with her.
The van turned quickly down a side road, and Grey followed. Silas was taking back roads and doglegging from one road to the other, but Grey knew the town well and he refused to lose sight of him.
“I think he’s heading toward the old mill,” Grey said.
“That’s what I was thinking,” Ford said. “The old logging road.”
His tires squealed as he took a sharp turn. Silas wasn’t driving recklessly, but he was speeding down the narrow road, moving into the wooded area around town that led to an abandoned mill. Grey pushed the truck harder, trying to close the gap.
The van disappeared around a sharp turn and Grey gripped the steering wheel, the pulse of his connection to Tatum faint but still there, and he held onto that hope that she was in that van and okay.
She had to be.
