CHAPTER 6
IAN
The entire night, I drove around the city, seeing if I could spot the black truck. There were numerous black pickups on the road, but none of the drivers fit the description of the man in the video. I’d even parked in the hotel lot for a while, and nothing.
With no luck, I walked through my front door as the sun started to peek across the horizon. Reed was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. “Any luck?” he asked as I sat down at the bar.
“Not a f*****g thing.” He set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. “Thanks,” I said. My stomach growled and I ate it all. Each of us Chandlers knew how to cook some delicious food.
“Has Colton called you?” Reed asked, taking the seat across from me.
I shook my head. “We passed each other on the road last night. He was probably out loo
