Page 142 of Moth to a Flame

I didn’t send someone to cut his dick off.

I’m just a man looking for his kidnapped woman.

No one will point any finger at me once he’s gone. I’ll stay right here with Regan. For the rest of my life, I’ll stay here with her.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Beverly shouts. “The footage shows he flew by the last house and went into the road that leads to the woods. But I’m on it. I’m downloading the area’s map. Here are his possible exits, right. Good. Oh, shit. Not good. I’m so—”

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. What’s wrong?”

“It’ll take him a while to come out of any of the available exits.”

I curse. Slam my hand on the steering wheel.

“I have to call her family.” The taste of blood floods my mouth. Mine. I’m biting on my lip. “They’ll call the authorities. The prosecutor of their case, he’ll help. He’ll wake the Feds up. The police.”

“Yes. Good call.”

“If they won’t help.” At this point, I’m basically talking to myself as I scan the road up ahead and the sides. Wherever light reaches, my eyes go. “If they stall for one fucking minute, I’ll call them myself. I’ll threaten them.”

“No, you won’t. Your job is to be focused on finding Regan.” More clicking from Beverly’s end. “When I find her again, trust that I won’t let her out of my sight.”

I’m getting emotional and that’s a fucking mistake.

I have to be on the lookout for her. For any clue I might find, like tire screeches on the road, or a piece of clothing.

A piece of her.

A shudder goes through me, and I force that shit down. Dread has no place here.

Fury and a sense of mission do.

A dialing tone echoes from her end. “Vince and I will start making calls too. Us, not you.”

“Beverly?” I hear Vince’s voice. “What’s going on?”

“Hold on, Vince. Landon, you want us to call her family instead of you?”

Her family. Her parents have no idea I even exist. I sure as shit don’t plan on having them hear about me from someone else. I don’t plan onRosemaryhearing the news from someone else.

“No. I said I’ll do it.”

“Landon? What’s going on? Where’s Regan?”

I press on the gas pedal like my life depends on it. In many ways, it does.

For once, I’m grateful for the ridiculously expensive car. For how fast it responds. How it races ahead.

“Landon? What the hell happened?”

“Other than them, wake up everyone you know that might be able to help her.” I ignore Vince. Beverly could fill him in later. “Do whatever it takes. Call me if the van pops up again.”

“You know I will.”

Hopefully, the dipshit who kidnapped Regan will be dumb enough to pull over. To rest.

Something.

Vince starts asking,what the hell?again. I end the call.

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