“Ryder, what the hell is this?” I was rudely awakened from a sex coma to find her kneeling in the middle of the bed, white as a sheet and close to tears, with her phone held out to me. I was still half asleep when I took it, but what I read there had me fully awake in seconds.
I reached for my phone to call Lyon. “Yeah, I think I know where the last girl might be.”
“Really, where? And where did you get the information?”
“My ex just sent some kind of rambling text to my girl. She mentions a lot of the people and places on the list we found, but there’s a new one in her text and she specifically mentioned the girl.”
“Good job. Where is she?” I gave him the particulars, all the while watching the changes that crossed Elena’s face. “I gotta go. Of course, she framed it as if I was involved, and now my girl is freaking out.”
“Damn, I overlooked that part. Does that mean she knows everything?”
“Pretty much.”