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“No.That’s all I know.I’ll start calling hospitals.”

“The team is already?—”

I end the call and start pulling up a list of hospitals.I don’t care if his team is already doing it.I need to dosomething.My hands are shaking.I force them still.Margaret Chung, San Esteban Mercy, what else is there…and why did I spend the past two days ignoring Leah?How was that ever going to help her?It only hurt her, and if something has happened to her, I’ll never forgive myself.

Except, I know somethinghashappened to her.

I want to blame Harvey Billings for all of this.But I know it was my fault.

Harvey Billings, who was trying to talk to me about something.He indicated it was urgent.

Dmitri strides into the apartment.He hasn’t moved in yet—that’s a conversation we’ll have with Leah, first—but he has all the access codes.His gray eyes are wide with panic, his jaw hard.“What the fuck happened?”

“I—I don’t know.”I’m trying not to lose it.“An accident.Call the hospitals.I’m calling Billings.”

“Billings.”Dmitri takes out his phone.“That’s the asshole who pissed you off in the parking lot?”

I nod.“He might know something.”

* * *

Leah

My entire body aches.Something’s pinching against my neck, a deep pressure making it hard to breathe.Dmitri’s arm?Gage’s?Are they accidentally strangling me in their sleep?

I move an arm to push them away.

Ow.That hurts, too.And my hand meets with blank nothing before smacking into glass.

I’m not in bed with one of the guys.I’m not in bed at all.

I open my eyes.Headlights flicker.The side of a hill stretches up past my view through a cracked windshield.The pain in my neck is my seatbelt.Next to me, Brody is motionless, his neck bent awkwardly.

I’m in a car.

I’m in a ditch.

I’m in a nightmare.

* * *

Dmitri

The hospitals don’t have anyone with Leah’s name or description, at least not that they can share with me, a random guy calling.Who is her emergency contact?Hopefully not her dick mom and stepdad.

“Billings.It’s Gage.”Gage sends me a meaningful look and puts his phone on speaker.

“Gage.Thank you for calling.I want you to be careful.”

Gage clenches his fist, squeezing the phone.“Does this have to do with the recent attacks?”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Billings says with a heavy sigh, “but I do think you should?—”

We don’t have time for this guy’s bullshit.I say, “You know something.”

“Who’s that?”Billings asks.

“A friend.”Gage shakes his head at me.

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