Page 52 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“I just want to find her, Zig. I know she’s probably not alive, but I want to bring her body home. Whatever happened to her, she didn’t deserve it.”

“We’ll find her, Reese. You got the Knights and Ransom working on it.”

I leaned my forehead on his shoulder and sighed. “Okay. That’s enough of a breakdown right now.”

“Darlin’,” Zig drawled. “You don’t have to act like this isn’t affecting you.” He wrapped his arms tight around me and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “And you never know, Kerry might still be alive.”

I still hoped for that outcome, but I was also being realistic. “I know. I just hope we get some answers soon.” I glanced at the clock and sighed. “We need to get going. Blain will think something happened to me if I don’t show up on time.”

Zig grabbed my coffee and took a sip. “You think I can grab a donut when I drop you off?”

I laughed and grabbed my cup back. “You can totally get a donut, and I’ll even make you a coffee of your own.”

“Can’t drive with a cup, babe. My bike doesn’t have a cup holder.”

I patted his cheek and smiled. “Maybe your next bike will be cool enough to have a cup holder.”

“Darlin,” he chuckled. “Cup holders are cool in cars, not on bikes.”

“You’re going to have to make me a list of all the things that are and aren’t cool on bikes because, in my book, a cup holder is cool.”

Zig grabbed his keys and threaded his fingers through mine. “Let’s go, darlin’. We’ll be here all day if we start getting into this.”

He pulled me out of the garage door, and I pressed the button for the garage door. I strapped on my helmet and watched him back up the bike. He pulled outside, and I closed the garage door behind us.

“Everything locked up?” he asked me over the engine roar.

I nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “All locked up.”

We made the ten-minute drive to the bakery, and I was surprised to see a cop car on the curb. The front door was open, and glass was all over the sidewalk.

Blain was beside the car with his arms flailing and a panicked look.

Oh. My. God.

Zig pulled up behind the cop car and shut off the bike.

“Reese!” Blain shouted.

I slipped off the bike and took off my helmet. “What’s wrong?” I wasn’t sure I could take much more bad news.

Blain ran his fingers through his hair. “I was feeding my sourdough starter when suddenly it sounded like the front of the bakery exploded. I hollered to see if someone was out there, and when no one answered, I went out there. The front door glass was shattered, and the big window by the seating area was gone.”

“No,” I cried. I clasped a hand to my mouth, and tears welled in my eyes. Not my bakery. I had worked so hard to make it what it was, and now it was just shattered glass on the sidewalk.

Zig put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side. “It’s okay, darlin’,” he whispered in my ear.

What it?

It was bad enough that Kerry was missing, and now my bakery had been vandalized.

“We’ve got a detective on the way over,” the officer explained.

Zig’s phone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Ransom is almost here. He tried calling me on the way over here.”

Ransom’s cruiser pulled up behind Zig’s bike. He got out and pushed his sunglasses on top of his head. “You guys aren’t into being low-key, huh?”

“Not like we’re asking for this shit,” Zig growled.

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