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He folds his arms.

"Hound's going through the sedan, their phones, everywhere they stopped before they picked her up. Got a possible connection to Bernard Stephens."

"The nightclub owner?"

"Yeah. Owns a few other businesses around the county, too."

"How solid?"

"Not solid enough. Sedan was caught on a security camera near one of his properties the night before. Could be nothing. Hound's checking whether the driver showed up on any other footage."

David Mercado. The murder that started this whole mess.

Kierra took the case because she thought she could get his family some justice. She told us all about it at the club earlier.

"That witness," I say. "Still breathing?"

"Last we heard. Grim made some calls. The investigators say he's secure."

"They said Kierra would be safe too."

Striker's jaw tightens.

"Yeah."

"Anybody talk to her client?"

"Aaron Mercado? Still missing. Grim's trying to get a straight answer on that too."

"Keep Stephens on the list," I tell him. "But don't stop looking."

"Wasn't planning to."

He studies me.

"There's something else."

"Spit it out."

"Those bastards found her after she changed offices. Somebody knew where to look."

I already know.

Been thinking about it since the moment that sedan pulled away with her inside.

"Could've followed her."

"Could've."

"Could've gotten the address from somebody else," I say. "Lock checked her phone back at the clubhouse. No tracking software. That's what fucking worries me."

My gaze shifts toward the cabin.

Striker follows my gaze.

"You want another brother here tonight?"

"I'm enough."