You could cut the tension in the crew buggy with a butter knife. The crew was exhausted from their training in the hills. Baker was snoring in the far backseat—a deep, rattling, snorting sound that kept everyone else awake.
Not that Finn could have slept anyway. He’d called Lisa as soon as they’d gotten within cell phone range but gotten no answer. From Jill, he learned that Lisa had never checked into the hotel. He tried texting and calling Lisa several more times, but she never picked up.
He had no idea where she was. And a constant knot in his stomach made him want to rip someone’s face off.
Possibly his father’s. Or Annika’s. Definitely Gemma’s. How could they pull a stunt like this?
It was nearly nine by the time they reached the base. Finn worked his way past the other hotshots,
