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Taking my phone, I sent Yara’s number to Reah before calling her. She picked up on the first ring. “I just sent you another number. Can you find the location?”
“Who is it this time?” Reah asked.
“My girlfriend. She’s missing. Please, jus—”
Reah cursed.
“What?”
“The number you just sent is pinging from the same location, Ryden.”
“What do you mean?” I spat out, quickly running up the stairs to her bedroom. It was empty. The next one where we used to fuck was empty as well.
My fingers trembled when I closed the door. Sweat trailed down my spine. I hoped Yara was alive, alright. If she wasn’t, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill K.Y. Wolff. There was no one on this planet I wouldn’t hurt and kill to ensure Yara’s safety.
“K.Y. Wolff and the owner of this number are both somewhere in Stony Creek.”
“That’s impossible,” I muttered, grabbing Yara’s car key from the table. Her car was still here, exactly where I parked last night.
Cursing, I entered the GPS location into the navigation panel.
“Please, please be safe. I’d kill myself if something happened to you because of me.”
The car lurched forward, tires screeching against the gravel pathway as I peeled away from Yara’s house. It took me around thirty minutes to reach Stony Creek. I broke all the traffic rules. I parked the car in a safe distance before jogging toward the woods. My steps faltered when I saw the same sedan, hidden under the cover of trees.
K.Y. Wolff’s car.
I pulled the door, and it opened without a protest. Cursing, I called Yara’s number and almost fell back when I heard the familiar ringtone from inside the car, disrupting the quiet morning.
I now knew why I stopped that day when I saw her at DPD. It was this song Yara was humming when I was coming out after talking with Detective Rosario. It was the same song that was playing that night when I met that murderous Barbie.
Cursing, I grabbed the phone from the driver’s seat.
What the hell’s going on here? Why is Yara’s phone…
Fuck. I know.
A picture slowly formed in my mind. It all made sense now. I was too distracted, too obsessed with Yara to see it properly.
She lied to me. It was all a lie. She’s K.Y. Wolff, and she killed my brother.
51
CLOSER
THE STRANGLER
So close. Yara would soon be mine. She’d see that no one in the world could love her, love all the damaged sides of her like I did, like I do.
Ryden Sinclair was a bad decision, and I’d show her how bad of a decision he was. She’d understand I did what I did for her, for us.
“I switched on K.Y. Wolff’s burner phone. Are you sure he’ll come?” Logan asked.
“I’m sure he’ll come. Where’s Yara? Was she already there?” I asked, tapping my fingers against the bottle of beer.
“Yes. She came. With a fucking gun.”
I rubbed my hands with a laugh. “She’s brave. She has always been brave. That’s why I love her,” I said. “Don’t you dare hurt her, Logan.”
