28. Without a Trace
Salt
I had only been gone for five minutes.
Ten, at most.
I had asked her to stay in the car and I knew she would because she didn't have any reason to leave now. I was sure. I knew how to read people and I could tell that Raven had decided to stay and she wouldn't just leave.
I had trusted her. But now, now, I didn't know what to think. Did she wait for the right moment to leave? But … how? I would have known.
When I returned, the passenger door was open. The seat was empty. There were no signs of struggle.
“Raven?” I called again. I was hopeful that she was just around.
Silence.
All that answered me was the silence and the evening breeze.
The scent in the air was still fresh. Raven’s earthy wolf signature tinged with the hint of mint and her signature rosem
