Page 63 of Traces of Her

Thirty-Nine

GRIFFIN

IT HAS BEEN OVER TWO FUCKING YEARS.

Two years that Rowena has been gone.

I’ve turned the entire world upside down over and over again trying to find her.

She had vanished into the night, whisked away by the devil, leaving traces of her behind.

I won’t stop until I find her.

“We found him, boss,” one of my men calls from the conference room. Jumping to my feet, I race down the hallway and stumble into the room where two of the men I’ve enlisted to help are hovering over two different computer screens and a map.

“He’s off the fucking grid, man, but we know exactly where he is now,” Brian, the shorter of the two, says, pointing at a small red dot on the screen. “There he is, boss.” He looks over at me. “There is where you’ll find Jared.”

Giving him a curt nod, I stare at the dot, as red as the blood that will drain from my brother’s body.

“And the girl?” I ask in a hushed tone.

“We don’t know for sure,” Lucas, the other man, speaks. “But I don’t believe that he’s alone.”

He’s not alone.

She might still be alive.

“Get me every fucking thing you can on this location,” I say sternly, pointing at the small red dot. “I’m not wasting any more time. This happens now.”

Turning my back on them as I scramble to get everything I need, I step into the hallway and pull out my phone.

“Yeah?” Ryder answers the phone in a harsh tone.

“Cheer the fuck up, asshole,” I demand. “Today’s our lucky fucking day.” I pause for a moment, hearing only silence. “Ah, got your attention now, huh?” I probe.

“Griffin,” he says, his voice low. “Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“I know where he’s at and he has Rowena with him. Get your shit together. I’m leaving my office now, and then we’re taking a little road trip,” I say, promptly hanging up the phone.

I’ve been waiting two years for this.

I won’t be leaving that cabin without Rowena.

And Jared won’t be leaving there alive.