Chadwicks POV
The rain in this city doesn't wash anything away. It just turns the grime into a slick, black sludge. I had been driving for hours, my knuckles aching against the steering wheel, my eyes scanning every goddamn shadow.
My phone was a dead weight in my pocket, but I had checked it every thirty seconds. Nothing. No word from Erica, no word from his friends, no word from the kid.
My gut was a knot of pure, unadulterated acid.
Sarah was back at the house, probably nursing her bruised ego, but I didn't care about her. I didn't care about the scandal. I didn't care about anything except the fact that Danny was out there, somewhere in the dark, caught in a storm he wasn't built to survive.
The kid caught a cold if the wind blew the wrong way. If he was out in this…
I pulled t
