Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“Well, he just called me about thirty minutes ago with the DNA results.”
I sit up straighter, knowing that the Lords put a rush order on it. They want answers just as much as I do. “And?”
“They confirmed it was her.”
I bang my fisted hands on the table, making it rattle, and Blakely sucks in a deep breath. I was hoping that she was still alive. Bethany is the one who could lead me to my wife. But with her dead, I may never find Lake. I’ll never stop looking, little darling. Which also means that whoever was in on this wanted Bethany dead so she couldn’t tell anyone what really happened.
I thought this could be Lake’s father, but I’ve had eyes on Frank since the fire took place, and there’s nothing that would make me think he had a part in this. I’ve also had eyes on Miller. Colton, Alex, Finn, and Jenks are busy but haven’t seen one fucking thing. So if they are involved, they’ve got someone else doing it for them. I’m afraid if I go after either one of them, they’ll make sure she’s dead if she’s not already. As much as I want to kill them, I need them alive a little longer. Just until I find her. And if they had anything to do with this, they will burn as well.
“After Jimmy called me, I did some digging of my own,” Gavin goes on. “The night of the fire, a Bethany Pace was admitted to a private hospital, the psychiatric ward about thirty minutes outside of town.”
“I don’t understand,” Blakely says slowly. “You said DNA matched her body at the morgue.”
My heart starts to hammer in my chest. Ryat sits up straighter. “Do you have access to this facility?” he asks Gavin.
“Legally? No. But I know someone on the inside, and he can get us in.”
I jump up to my feet, the force making the legs of the chair scrape across the floor.
“I’ll drive.” Ryat jumps up as well. He’s kissing his wife bye, and I’m already heading toward his garage with Gavin.
Ryat enters behind us and grabs Blake’s keys to her SUV off the key ring.
FIFTY-FIVE
TYSON
We pull up to the back of the facility, and just like Gavin promised, a man waits for us. He lets us in.
“Where is she?” I demand, my heart is in my throat. I’m not sure what I’m more afraid of. It not being her, or it being her and seeing what kind of state she’s in. Why here of all places? If they wanted her hidden, they could have found better places to hide her. That’s what makes me think this is a trap, but it’s not going to stop me from falling right into it. Or it’s a way to keep me chasing my own tail. They don’t want her found. No, they want her to themselves. My biggest fear is that she’s already out of reach.
“She’s down here.” He points down the hallway that we enter. “Third door on the right.”
I barge into the room to find a brunette lying in a bed. All she wears is a hospital gown that’s open down the front. Her arms are down to her sides, brown leather cuffs wrapped around them to keep her restrained. Her legs are also pulled open with matching leather cuffs around her ankles. Another comes across her bare chest, pinning her down to the bed. She has bruises on her gorgeous face and a small tube down her nose. There’s no blanket to cover her up.
“La-ke.” My voice cracks when I run over to my wife. My hands cup her face, and her skin is ice cold. “Lake, little darling, I’m here. Wake up,” I say, shaking her a little bit but nothing. Her eyes are closed, and I pry them open to see they’re dilated. “What’s wrong with her?” I demand, letting go and starting to remove the restraints around her wrists. Ryat works on her ankles. Gavin picks up her chart that is attached to the end of the bed.
“They’ve got her sedated,” the guy who snuck us in answers.
“Why?” I snap, placing my arm under her back and lifting her limp body up to mine, trying to close the gown around her for what little warmth it may provide. “She’s freezing,” I bark out, and Ryat goes over to a cabinet. Opening the door, he finds a blanket and hands it to me to wrap around her.
“I don’t know. I’m not on her case,” the kid rushes out.
“Why didn’t you help her?” I demand.
“I couldn’t touch her.” He shakes his head quickly. “She has a very strict team that was assigned to her when she arrived. I wasn’t even aware of who she was until Gavin called me,” he urges. “They’ve had someone watching over her most of the time.”