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Nox
We pulloff the side of the road a few miles from where Carsyn was last seen. Grabbing my phone, I call Austyn who answers on the first ring.
“Security footage has her at the Greyhound station, but Nox…” The pit of dread fills my gut. “Five minutes ago, shewas carried out by a very big man who had a smile plastered on his face like carrying an unconscious woman out of the bathroom is a normal thing.”
“Fuck!” I explode as my brothers look for guidance. Too bad I have no fucking clue at the moment. “Where?”
“She’s in a gray Dodge minivan with the windows blacked out. It pulled out of the parking lot exactly three and a half minutes agoand is traveling south. It’s the last thing I can pull up right now.”
“Fuck. Text me when you find out something.”
“Will do.” I disconnect, running my fingers through my hair and telling the guys.
“Let’s fuckin’ go, guys. Pulled it up on GPS. We’re only two minutes out if they’re going south,” Green says, holding up his phone. With a chin lift we are all on our bikes and headingin that direction, Green taking the lead.
I look down at my phone resting on the phone case I mounted to the tank. When I did it, I was pissed never thinking I’d use it while riding. It’s come in handy several times over the years, now especially, as I keep my eye on the road and my phone, hoping I’m not too late.
Please be okay.
