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“And you’re absolutely positive that no one on the staff contacted Skye?”
She double-checks before nodding. “Yes, sir. No calls have been made to Skye Summers since her weekly update last Monday.”
“And she’s not here visiting?”
“No, sir. I’ve been here all day, and Skye hasn’t come in.”
I rush outside, pulling my cell out as I run so I can call Soul.
“Yo,” he says when he answers. “Grim told me what’s going on. How’s Skye’s gra?—”
“She’s not here,” I blurt.
“Who’s not where?”
“Skye isn’t here at the nursing home, and the woman at the desk insists that no one called her, nor has she visited her grandma today.”
“What?”
“Something’s wrong, Soul.” I take a shuddering breath. “I can feel it. Something is very wrong.”
“We’ll find her. Why don’t you start back this way, and I’ll have Jez and Fort get on it?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Rogue, you didn’t see her car or anything on your way there? I mean, if something happened, like she broke down, you’d have passed her.”
“No, I didn’t see it. And I wouldn’t necessarily because there are several ways from the clubhouse to Mountain Springs. I have no idea which route she’d take.”
“Okay. Take a deep breath and get back here. I’ll handle things on this end until you arrive.”
“Thanks, Prez.”
“It’s what we do.”
“Yeah, I know. But…”
“She’ll be okay, Rogue,” Soul insists. “We’ve faced worse than this and come out on the other side. She will too.”
I nod despite the fact that he can’t see me.
“Be careful, and I’ll see you soon.”
“Right. See ya.”
CHAPTER 31
SKYE
“We’ve got her and can finish what we started.”
Voices and an intense pounding in my head wake me from a vivid dream involving Rogue. Unfortunately, my eyelids seem to be filled with lead and won’t open. Groaning, I reach for the nightstand on the side of my bed for some pain reliever, but my hand never makes contact. Stale moldy air fills my nostrils, and my nose twitches. It also occurs to me that my bed isn’t this uncomfortable.
Where am I? Did I fall asleep at the clubhouse? What the fuck happened?
Every unanswered question fuels my anxiety. I try to sit up, but vomit climbs up the back of my throat. Taking a few deep breaths, I wait for my stomach to settle before attempting to move again. Images flash through my mind, and the pain increases once more.
I remember driving to go see my?—
