Who could the contact be?
As I run to the stables, I don't see anyone on the road. But there is a dust trail.
Someone recently took off.
The stable hand recognizes me from the ride with Ambrose. She quickly offers to saddle a ride for me. As soon as she hands me the reigns, I hop up and take off, pursuing the trail.
I track the rider through town, moving to the outskirts and down the path that leads to the cottage where Lucas was staying.
“Sh*t!" I say.
It's quiet when I finally slow to a halt. I pause, listening for signs of another horse nearby. But the trees are silent. If they were here, they're long gone now.
I hop off my horse, carefully approaching.
“Lucas?" I call out, retrieving my daggers.
There isn't a sound.
I push open the door, peering inside. The living room
