Page 142 of Imogen

She bites her lower lip. “Before I saw the car, I was coming out to tell you we were going to look for them. Amelia, Paisley, Charlotte, Drew and Madison agreed to stay. They don’t need me here.”

“I need you here,” I admit. “What if they come back? Please, just stay. The storm should be passing soon, and we’ll be able to ring each other if something happens.”

Madison joins our huddle. “Hope is right. I think you should stay here. Evan is closest to you.”

“Okay,” Ciara agrees. “I’m going to try and get signal.”

As she leaves, I turn to Madison. “Watch her for me.”

“I will.”

I join the others who are waiting by the car. “We going separately?” I ask.

“Yeah,” Hayden answers, pulling open the car door.

I get in quickly, and turn to Landon and Mark who have joined us, holding a couple of torches. Clay, Maddox and Liam have jumped in with Connor.

“Do you know the way?”

“Yeah,” Landon replies.

“We’re going to the main entrance. They will start on the second path location,” Mark adds.

“Just follow the road out and take the second off-road and follow it until you get to a car park.”

I pull out, following the instructions. “I hope they’re okay,” I murmur as I turn onto the path.

“Told you we should have tied bricks to his ankles and thrown him into the sea,” Hayden announces.

“Your plan had kinks,” Landon replies dryly.

“Fucker is gonna pray for me to kill him once I’m done,” she snarls. “I knew we shouldn’t have listened to her.”

The windscreen wipers are swishing back and forth with force, but it doesn’t make my visibility any clearer. The rain is pouring down, making me feel like I’m in a tin can with how loud it is.

“Stop!” Landon screams close to my ear.

I slam my breaks on, my heart hammering in my chest when I see why he needs me to stop. Six meters in front of us is a blue sedan, the lights still on and the driver’s side door still open. It’s slightly off the road and looks to have hit a tree from where I am sitting.

“I’ll check it out,” Landon offers, and pushes open his door.

Mark follows and I squint through the windscreen to see them jog over to the car. Mark goes straight to the passenger side, and Landon goes to the driver’s side.

“What are they looking for?” Hayden breathes, leaning closer to the windshield.

Landon gets into the driver’s side, and I see him lean over. Moments later, he steps out and shakes his head.

I can’t hear what he says to Mark but it must be bad because they race back over to us. As soon as their doors slam shut, both Hayden and I turn in our seats to look at them.

“What did you find?”

Landon holds out a wallet. “It’s Zach’s.”

“Shit!” Hayden hisses.

My vision blurs for a second. I want to believe Zach wouldn’t hurt her, but I don’t know that anymore. I don’t know him. I never thought he’d raise a hand to her, yet he did. I’ve never been his biggest fan, but for Imogen, I put up with him. They had a friendship I never understood, and I didn’t need to. The Zach we’ve been privy to recently is a stranger.

Yet I still want to hold onto the belief he won’t do anything irrational.

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