“We can’t find her.” Pru’s voice, already ragged from crying, broke again as she met Xander on the porch. The sound of it shredded Flynn’s guts. This was his fault. If he hadn’t opened his big fat mouth… If he hadn’t convinced Pru that this was the best course of action… If he’d never stayed at all, this never would have happened. Ari’s home wouldn’t have been at risk.
Xander put an arm around her. “We’re gonna find her. I promise. Let’s go inside now. I need to get some more information.” He turned to the deputy he’d brought with him. “Clyde, you wanna do a sweep of the immediate area, see what you can find?”
“Yes, sir.”
“We’ve shouted ourselves hoarse, and we’ve searched the house and barn,” Flynn said, barely trusting his own voice.
“Won’t hurt to have another pair of eyes,” Xander
