Chapter 12 - Grisham
When I woke to find my arms empty, I shot right up out of bed. Where was Vianna? My bed felt so cold without her.
I checked the bathroom, calling out for her, feeling like a fool. I wasn’t the kind of guy to be whipped, but with Trenton and Sage being gone, maybe hurt or even killed, I wasn’t about to take any chances.
I was just about to enter the kitchen when my phone rang.
Hank.
“What did you find?” Hell, did he work fast. Had to love that about him.
“I went around to just about every f*****g hotel and motel there was. Even scoped out a few shacks in case they were laying up in one of ’em.”
“And?” I demanded. Was he only calling to say it had been a dead end?
“The girl was seen at a motel called Moonshine Motel.”
I exhaled a sigh of relief. “What about Tren
