Page 94 of Tempest’s Torment

"Tempest."

Jinx's voice stops me, and I turn to look at him. "She came down because of me." My jaw locks at his words. "They had a gun on me. She wouldn't come down until they threatened to shoot me."

Of course she fucking didn't, because of what happened to Lucy. He knew. That sick fuck knew exactly what would get her off that fire escape.

Jinx looks wrecked. "I'm sorry, brother."

"Don't."

"I should've⁠—"

"Don't."

He shuts his mouth, and I look away, my eyes landing on the fire escape. That's when I see something beneath it: black screen with a pink case.

My heart stops. I cross the alley and crouch—her phone. There's a crack through the corner of the screen, but it's hers. I know because I watched her hold the fucking thing across the breakfast table less than an hour ago.

She dropped it, she knew I was coming and she left it for me. Even while they were taking her, she was fucking thinking.

The rumble of bikes hits the street behind me; there’s a fuck of a lot more than one. I close my hand around her phone and stand.

Rogue gets there first, Venom is right behind him, another engine follows seconds later. Ghost isn't here yet. Fine. I don't need Ghost yet, I need cameras, I need roads, I need a direction, and I need to know where the fuck Evan Calloway took my woman.

Rogue takes one look at my face. "How long?"

"Less than ten minutes. Black SUV. They took a right out of the alley."

His laptop bag is already coming off his shoulder. "I'm on it."

"Find her."

"I'm going to."

I step closer. "Rogue." His eyes meet mine. "Find her now."

Rogue doesn't answer me. He drops his bag onto the hood of the nearest car and pulls out his laptop. Good, I don't need promises, I need him working. "Exact time they left?" Rogue questions.

I look at Jinx.

"Five, six minutes," he says. "Maybe seven."

Rogue's fingers move over the keyboard. "Black SUV?"

"Yeah."

"Plate?"

Jinx shakes his head. "Didn't see it."

"Direction?"

"Right out of the alley."

Rogue nods and keeps typing. I look down at Lilah's phone in my hand. The screen lights when I touch it and there's a bar running across the top; numbers that are still moving. It’s recording.

"Rogue." He looks up, and I hold the phone out. "She was recording."

He takes it from me and looks at the screen and then his eyes flick to mine. "She started this before they took her?"