“Ethan, someone’s—”
At the abrupt cutoff of her words, Ethan’s stomach dropped. “Miranda? Miranda!”
Something thumped and Miranda screamed. The sound sent ice cascading through Ethan’s veins, already propelling him into motion, as a muffled male voice growled, “Stupid b***h!”
His heart all but stopped. Harley was at the house. He shouted orders on the way to the door. “All units to Miranda’s. He’s got her. The son of a b***h has got her.”
Bursting out of the station, he pelted toward his police cruiser, hearing sounds of a struggle over the line. “Hang on, baby. Keep fighting. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
He threw himself into the driver’s seat, peeling out of the lot, sirens blaring. Drawing on every shred of defensive driving he’d ever learned, he flew through town, skidding around corn
