Kane
The moment I saw the photo—
I knew.
Locker room.
Old Ravens rink.
No doubt.
The chipped wall.
The faded logo.
The cracked paint near the corner.
I remembered all of it.
And that realization hit like ice down my spine.
We were out of time.
I headed toward my car.
Fast.
Snow crunched beneath my boots while police voices rose behind me.
“Kane!”
Lena.
I didn’t stop.
Because stopping meant wasting time.
And wasting time meant risking Mason.
The officer caught up first.
“You’re not authorized to run a rescue.”
I unlocked the car.
“Good thing I’m not asking permission.”
His expression darkened.
“This is an active investigation.”
“And that photo is a countdown.”
Behind him, Lena reached us.
Her cheeks were pale from cold and fear.
“You’re seriously going?”
I look
