Norman's POV
Soon, the car stopped close to the gorge just as Kane had described. I had gotten through with some of my men immediately Kane had called. I could see the flashing lights from their vehicles ahead. The air was cold, sharp with the scent of pine, gasoline, and something else… something metallic and sickeningly familiar. Blood.
"Prince," one of my men met me as I leaped from the car. "He's down there. We've got a team with him. It's… it's not good."
I didn't need him to tell me. I could feel it, a cold dread coiling in my gut. I started down the steep, unstable slope, my men falling in behind me. The silence of the gorge was oppressive, broken only by the crunch of our steps and the distant murmur of the creek below.
Then I saw it – Kane’s SUV, crushed and twisted like a di
