Chapter 42:
The truck came back at 5:12 in the morning with blood on the hood.
I was on the porch when it pulled in. I hadn't slept. I'd sat there with a blanket around my shoulders and a cold cup of coffee and I'd watched the gate like it owed me something.
Kael got out.
His knuckles were split. Not badly. Not like he'd hit a wall. Like he'd hit a man.
Rook got out of the passenger side. He didn't look at me.
"Where's Marcus?" I said.
Kael walked past me.
"Kael."
He stopped.
"He's gone," he said.
"What does that mean?"
"It means I got to the motel at one in the morning and his room was empty. His clothes were gone. His truck was gone. His phone was on the nightstand with the battery out."
"Where'd he go?"
"I don't know."
"Who was at the motel?"
"The manager."
"And?"
Kael
