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“I found it beside his body,” she said.

“You stole it?” he asked.

“I heard someone coming, and I panicked,” she corrected.

“So, you took something that didn’t belong to you and ran,” Grimm said.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“At least you’re honest,” he praised.

“Right now, I’m too scared to lie.” Grimm doubted that. Fear made people lie faster.

“What does any of this have to do with my race?” he asked.

“The man who killed him was wearing a mask. I couldn’t see his face, but I heard him talking to someone on the phone.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “He said everything was in place. The road would be sealed, and the Rage Runners would be finished before sunrise.” The room went silent.

Grimm leaned back in his chair, keeping his expression empty. “What road?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“The route for the Devil’s Run hasn’t been made public,” he said.

“I’m telling you what I heard,” she said.

“And I’m deciding whether to believe you or not,” he said.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Do you think I poured blood over myself, ran six miles through a storm, and came to a biker clubhouse for fun?”

“You ran here?” he asked.

“Most of the way,” she admitted.

“What happened to your car?” he questioned.

“I didn’t drive,” she said.

“Who brought you to Blackwood Manor?” he asked.

Her hesitation gave him the answer before she spoke. “My date.”

“Where is he?” Grimm asked.

“I don’t know,” she stuttered.

“What’s his name?” he asked.

She looked away, and Grimm tapped the flash drive against the table. “If you want my help, you answer my questions.”

“Travis,” she whispered.

“Last name?” he asked.

“Vale.” Coal swore. Grimm remained still, but everything inside him hardened. Travis Vale wasn’t a harmless date. He was the youngest son of Conrad Vale, a man who controlled most of the drugs and stolen weapons moving through three counties. The Rage Runners had stayed out of his business, and Conrad had stayed out of theirs. It had never been peace. It was simply an agreement not to start shooting yet.

“You went to the party with Conrad Vale’s son?” Coal asked.

“I didn’t know who he was when I met him,” she insisted.