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"Where are we going?" Mariah put on her seatbelt.

"I don't know, but Seaglass Cove isn't that big. I love the Havlin members, but they weren't kids living in a small town the way we were." She started the car. "We ran wild on these streets. There are a lot of places to hide, including coves and rock croppings—places my dad and the others wouldn't search because the location wasn't on a public street. We need to think like Los Li. If we were the mafia, where would we get rid of someone? Where wouldwe go?"

Mariah never laughed or scorned her idea. She met her gaze and nodded in support. "The cliff."

She pulled out of the lot, followed by Brett. The cliff was where teenagers went to party.

"There's also the field," added Skye. "Depending on the tide."

She wrung the steering wheel with her hands, wishing she could go faster. The last thing she'd want was to get stopped by the cops and miss her chance to find Dio.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Skye.

Skye?

Where the fuck are you, princess? You were supposed to meet me.

He couldn't see a damn thing. It was all black. Was she swimming? He groaned. Had he forgotten that she had a swim meet? He shook his head, but it wouldn't move. What was going on? Nothing made sense. Skye wasn't a kid anymore. She'd graduated.

She owned her own business and was going places. Nobody was prouder of her than him.

Warmth covered him. Hell no, Skye wasn't a kid no more. She was a grown-ass woman. The most beautiful woman that ever walked the earth. That was his Skye.

You're my old lady, princess. Always have been, I guess. It just took me a while to understand that you were all grown up. But I'm not going to waste time anymore. I'm not going to let you out of my sight again.

What was that God damn pain from? Why the fuck couldn't he see?

Chapter Twenty Nine

Brett blocked their way to the cliff. Skye ignored the violent winds, trying to unbalance her. Her world was already falling apart. How much more damage could the weather do?

"Both of you stay back." Brett stretched his arms out to the sides. "I'll look."

She exchanged a look with Mariah, who nodded. If she couldn't look for herself, she'd have to trust Brett.

The Havlin member walked on the edge, pressing against the one-chain barrier meant to keep wandering tourists from toppling to their deaths.

Rain poured down, drenching them all. Though the temperature hovered at sixty-five, the wind made it seem colder.

Mariah grabbed Skye's hand. "Brett's trying to help."

"I know," she said, letting her reply get carried away in the wind.

The sun was lower than when they started searching. Her stomach cramped. Soon, it would be dark.

Where could Dio be? She tried to imagine where someone who wasn't from the area would go to hide something. The beach was too populated during the summers—even during a storm. There were rocks that were dangerous to climb. If someone fell in arock hole, they'd get sucked under the water and carried out to sea—nobody would survive. She assumed that wouldn't be a place grown men from a different area would go.

Brett returned to them. "I don't see anything."

"Did you look—"

"I looked everywhere, Skye. He's not here." Brett motioned toward the car. "Keep going. We're not giving up."

She inhaled deeply, trying to stay positive. It wasn't like Dio could disappear into thin air. He had to be somewhere. They only had to find him.

Inside the car, her phone chimed with an incoming text. She grabbed her cell.