and chair, a large TV, and a coffee table with old copies of Popular Mechanics stacked on one side. But there were no pictures on the walls, no rugs on the floor. It looked like the home of a man who spent most of his time not at home.
Olivia turned right down a small hallway where there was a small bathroom and behind that what must have been David’s bedroom. She opened the door slowly, feeling like a voyeur as she stepped into his room. Like the living room, there were only the basic furnishings necessary—a bed, a dresser, a laundry basket. There was a handful of change and a comb on the dresser and not much else.
Olivia couldn’t resist, she sat down on his bed. It was firm but soft, and as she sank into it, she tried to fight the tears that were coming. She stood quickly, stopping her tears, determined to be useful. The kitchen would give the best idea of the last time someone had been in the house. Food left out or dishes were often the best clues in a case like this.
The kitchen was empty. There was only an old cup of coffee in the sink. And then, right there in the middle of the table was David’s cell phone. She picked it up and could see that there were several missed calls, but the screen was locked. She knew most of those calls were from her anyway.
David’s bike was gone, his wallet was gone, and his phone was still sitting on the kitchen table. He hadn’t left. She knew that for a fact. She knew that there was no way that David had left her or the Reapers. He was more determined than she was to catch the betrayer, but someone had gone a long way to make it look like he had run.
Olivia couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. A loud sob echoed across the lonely and empty house as she finally broke down. All those long days and long nights and betrayals had caught up with her, and she collapsed into a kitchen chair as she sobbed uncontrollably. David was missing. David who had come to be her only friend in the world was gone. But he was more than a friend; he was her lover, her confident, and her partner in crime fighting, far more than her actual partner had ever been. She was beginning to think she might love him—but how would she ever find him?
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CHAPTER ONE
Olivia drove her Jeep down the dusty roads of Marina’s Crest, occasionally reaching up to angrily wipe the tears from her eyes. It was dangerous; sometimes her vision would get so blurry that the world was reduced to nothing more than splashes of wavy colors, the blue of a car, the orange of the desert. Everything was fuzzy and meaningless, and she didn’t care. She felt like she could barely breathe, and so she was constantly taking in heavy, deep breaths as she tried not to sob. She was out of control of her body, sometimes her limbs felt weak, and other times they shook. Olivia Waters was a mess.
She didn’t know where David was. He was supposed to call her, and he hadn’t; he hadn’t been at home either. She suddenly felt so small and alone in the world; David could be anywhere, and she had no idea how to find him. She wanted to put an APB out on David, declare him missing and have the entire police force search for him until he was brought back to her. However, she wasn’t a cop anymore; she was just a disgrace.
Someone had taken David. They had gone to a lot of work to make it look like he had just left. His motorcycle was gone, and his burner phone was left behind; it had all the markings of a man who had finally decided to say fuck it all and take off. However, Olivia knew better. David wouldn’t have left the club—and he wouldn’t have left her. He was too invested in what was going on and too worried about his brothers to leave now.
Without even realizing it, Olivia was driving towards Hillary Sweetie’s house. She acted like each turn was a
Olivia turned right down a small hallway where there was a small bathroom and behind that what must have been David’s bedroom. She opened the door slowly, feeling like a voyeur as she stepped into his room. Like the living room, there were only the basic furnishings necessary—a bed, a dresser, a laundry basket. There was a handful of change and a comb on the dresser and not much else.
Olivia couldn’t resist, she sat down on his bed. It was firm but soft, and as she sank into it, she tried to fight the tears that were coming. She stood quickly, stopping her tears, determined to be useful. The kitchen would give the best idea of the last time someone had been in the house. Food left out or dishes were often the best clues in a case like this.
The kitchen was empty. There was only an old cup of coffee in the sink. And then, right there in the middle of the table was David’s cell phone. She picked it up and could see that there were several missed calls, but the screen was locked. She knew most of those calls were from her anyway.
David’s bike was gone, his wallet was gone, and his phone was still sitting on the kitchen table. He hadn’t left. She knew that for a fact. She knew that there was no way that David had left her or the Reapers. He was more determined than she was to catch the betrayer, but someone had gone a long way to make it look like he had run.
Olivia couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. A loud sob echoed across the lonely and empty house as she finally broke down. All those long days and long nights and betrayals had caught up with her, and she collapsed into a kitchen chair as she sobbed uncontrollably. David was missing. David who had come to be her only friend in the world was gone. But he was more than a friend; he was her lover, her confident, and her partner in crime fighting, far more than her actual partner had ever been. She was beginning to think she might love him—but how would she ever find him?
Read on for a preview from the thrilling conclusion!
Available Now!
FREE for Kindle Unlimited customers!
CHAPTER ONE
Olivia drove her Jeep down the dusty roads of Marina’s Crest, occasionally reaching up to angrily wipe the tears from her eyes. It was dangerous; sometimes her vision would get so blurry that the world was reduced to nothing more than splashes of wavy colors, the blue of a car, the orange of the desert. Everything was fuzzy and meaningless, and she didn’t care. She felt like she could barely breathe, and so she was constantly taking in heavy, deep breaths as she tried not to sob. She was out of control of her body, sometimes her limbs felt weak, and other times they shook. Olivia Waters was a mess.
She didn’t know where David was. He was supposed to call her, and he hadn’t; he hadn’t been at home either. She suddenly felt so small and alone in the world; David could be anywhere, and she had no idea how to find him. She wanted to put an APB out on David, declare him missing and have the entire police force search for him until he was brought back to her. However, she wasn’t a cop anymore; she was just a disgrace.
Someone had taken David. They had gone to a lot of work to make it look like he had just left. His motorcycle was gone, and his burner phone was left behind; it had all the markings of a man who had finally decided to say fuck it all and take off. However, Olivia knew better. David wouldn’t have left the club—and he wouldn’t have left her. He was too invested in what was going on and too worried about his brothers to leave now.
Without even realizing it, Olivia was driving towards Hillary Sweetie’s house. She acted like each turn was a
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