Chapter 19
As my eyes adjusted to the darkened garage, I caught sight of Declan leaning against the driver’s side door of my truck, smoking a cigarette. He took a drag and the tip glowed bright red. The light reflected off chrome to my left, and I noticed a fancy road bike propped against my workbench. There were so many questions rattling through my brain, I didn’t know which one to ask first. Considering what was at stake, my instincts said the answers weren’t important.
“What did you tell your boyfriend?” he said.
“Nothing. What do you want?”
“Something’s come up, Brendell. We have to go.” He dropped his cigarette and ground it under his highback. A small exercise bag was positioned at his feet.
“Where is my daughter?”
“That’s why I’m here. We’re going to go find her.” His face wa
