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something, kind of abandoned. He said his friend owned the land and he knew a place we could hang. I think they’re both dead, Cassie. I have no way out of here, unless I search his body for keys and I can’t go back in there.”
    Her last words were shuttered. Kaitlyn was about to dissolve into tears again. “Breathe, Kaitlyn. Tell me where you’re at now.”
    Kaitlyn drew in a shaky breath, “I grabbed my shit and ran out of the building. I just ran. I don’t know where I’m at.”
    Before Kaitlyn panicked again, Cassie urged her on, “It’s okay. Tell me what’s around you.”
    “I see piles of rock and dirt. Some buildings. The one I was in was large, like a factory. I ran out, but I’m hiding behind one of the smaller buildings. I have nowhere to go, Cassie.”
    “Okay, Kaitlyn, you need to hang up with me and call 9-1-1, then—”
    “No!”
    “No,” commanded a voice simultaneously from behind her. She spun around, Jace was right behind her, pulling on his boots. “We can get to her faster.”
    “Cassie, my phone’s dying. Please help me.” The phone went dead.
    Cassie turned and sprinted for her room. How’d he hear the conversation?
    In her room, Cassie pulled on a pair of jeans and a pink cotton tee, grabbed a pair of socks and ran to the door where Jace was waiting for her. She grabbed her shoes and purse.
    “Do you still have the keys?” she asked him.
    He held them up and opened the door to the garage. “I’ll drive. You finish getting ready in the car.”
    Even as she rushed past him out the door, she took in his appearance. He was even more imposing in broad daylight. His massive size was expressed by the formfitting black button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while the biker boots gave him an extra inch or two in height.
    “We should call the police,” she said, as she ran around her car to crawl into the passenger seat.
    He folded himself behind the wheel and opened the garage door. “We can get to her first and they won’t be able to help her.”
    As she buckled up, she asked, “Then what happens when we get there?”
    Jace calmly drove through the streets. “You’ll need to trust me. I think I know who owns property in that part of town. The police aren’t going to be able to help your friend.”
    Cassie stared at him, confused. “Why can’t they help? Wait—you know where she’s at?”
    “I have an idea.” Jace dug his phone out of his pocket and hit speed dial while navigating through traffic. They were heading the direction of the club, presumably to follow the route Tyson took Kaitlyn.
    Jace spoke quietly into the phone. Even in these close quarters, she could hardly make out any words. It sounded like he was asking his boss for directions.
    Jace hung up, his attention back on the road. Ironic that here was man she had no idea what to do with less than an hour ago, and now she was extremely grateful to have him with her. How would she have found Kaitlyn otherwise? Calling the police to say her adult friend who partied with a couple of men last night was in trouble south of town didn’t seem like a good start. Driving aimlessly around town wouldn’t have been productive, either. She didn’t have Kaitlyn’s fighting skills. If she somehow happened on her wayward friend and if those men were still alive, then what? Hide behind Kaitlyn to call the police and hope her friend’s black belts could save them both? Introduce herself as “Dr. Stockwell” and offer free psychoanalysis?
    Jace’s silence frayed Cassie’s nerves. Maybe she should do what she did best and ask some questions.
    “Do you know whose land it is?”
    Jace shook his head. “I don’t know him. I’ve heard of him, though.”
    “How bad is he?” she prompted, trying not to shout Tell me everything you know, dammit!
    Jace’s jaw clenched, “He’s involved in some… dealings.”
    “Oh… shit .”
    “Yeah.” They drove in silence a little longer. They were on the outskirts