Chapter 42

PIERCE

"Where the fuck was your man?" Anger boiled at my surface, and I wanted to hit something. Instead I slammed on my brakes, coming to a squealing stop at the stop sign at the corner of Bayside Street in Maine.

The rotating beam on the light house cast the small red ice cream shop into light with every pass, but otherwise the evening was pitch dark.

Ridge’s words were short and gritted as if he hated telling me as much as I hated hearing it. "Katy parked about a mile away and cut through a cornfield. He lost her in the field. By the time he made it out and discovered where she’d gone, the local PD already had a car on scene. They arrested her without incident."

I made a sharp left and gunned it onto Main Street, knowing everyone else with half a brain was tucked safely inside their beds, exactly where I should’ve been. Where Katy should have been. Preferably with me. Not catching a nap on a jailhouse cot.