“Slow down,” Alex said.

Nate glanced at him for directions.

He pointed. “There. That’s it.”

Nate slowed and once again, Alex undid his seat belt and bolted from the car before the wheels had come to a stop.

They’d cruised the city for hours, looking for Cam, all to no avail. There’d been no signs of Necco, either. Alex knew he was risking a lot, driving around town. He didn’t care.

All he cared about was finding Cam.

Travis had called twenty minutes earlier, during what felt like their tenth time trolling by the convenience store Necco was known to frequent.

“Picked something up on the scanner,” Travis said.

Alex’s breath caught. “What? What did you hear?”

“Put him on speaker,” Nate commanded.

Alex obliged.

“An abandoned car call,” Travis said. “Description matches the car she was driving.”

Nate and Alex exchanged glances.

“You get the location?” Alex asked.

“Just off County Road 37,” Travis said. “By the old metalworks factory.”

Nate gunned the accelerator. “You can get us there, right? Navigate?”

Alex nodded. “Hurry.”

That had been twenty minutes earlier, and time seemed to stand still during the drive there, despite the fact that Nate was pushing ninety to get there.

“Hold up,” Nate called to Alex as he hurried toward Cam’s car.

Alex ignored him.

He skidded to a stop at the driver’s door. His eyes searched the car for signs of foul play. There was nothing. No sign of a struggle, no sign of anything. He tried the door. It was locked.

It was as if Cam had simply disappeared.

Alex shaded his eyes and peered inside the car. Then he stepped back, peeled off his shirt and wrapped his hand in the fabric. He flexed his arm and smashed his hand through the glass.

“What the hell are you doing?” Nate barked.

Alex reached inside and unlocked the door. “Looking for clues.”

Brushing the shards of glass to the floor, he sat down in the driver’s seat and ran his fingers lightly over the wheel. The smell of Cam’s coconut shampoo washed over him. It wasn’t fresh, more of a lingering scent, as if the tropical notes had somehow permeated the fabric and carpet of the car. He breathed it in. He could picture her sitting where he was now, her hands on the wheel, her mind spinning as she ran through the details she knew and the info she was still hunting down. He could see her driving through Bentley, past his old familiar haunts, her eyes scanning for any signs of Necco. And he could see her finding him—if she had—and sitting down with him. Putting him at ease, gently pulling information from him.

His eyes stung.

What he couldn’t see was what happened next.

What had caused her to leave her car on a deserted street just at the edge of town?

To his credit, Nate said nothing. He simply stood among the shards of broken glass and waited for Alex.

To do something.

To say something.

Alex was about to step out of the car when he looked down at the floor by the passenger seat. A bag caught his eye. Tucked against the console, it was barely visible.

Cam’s purse.

He reached for it, his adrenaline kicking in anew. She wouldn’t have left her purse. Not in a million years.

“What is that?” Nate asked.

Alex hauled her purse into his lap. His hands shook as he reached inside, pulled out her wallet. He opened it.

Her license was gone.

He looked at Nate. His throat was so tight he could barely utter the words. “I know who has her.”