I ran a hand over my face. I didn’t know what to do.

Van yanked out her phone and started texting.

“Who are you texting?”

“Everyone.” She looked up. “Declan’s gone. Ferrets are gone. We need a search party. So we’re getting the pack together.”

That right there was why I loved Van. She just assumed we would all ride to the rescue and she made it happen. “That would be great, but we have no idea where he went.”

“True.” Van paused, her phone held loosely in her fist as she thought.

I shot up. “The pigeons!” I bolted out of the room, Van at my heels. I snatched my shoes at the door, but didn’t bother to put them on. Instead, I ran out the door with them in my hand. I sprinted down to the sidewalk, my hand over my eyes, blocking out the fading afternoon light. Where was a pigeon when you needed one?

Van caught up, her hand holding up half a bagel like it was a holy relic.

“What is that?”

“Bribery.”

“I love you.” I snatched the bagel from her hand, thrusting it above my head. Tapping my power and sending it out around me, I yelled at every pigeon within shouting distance. I have half a bagel for the first pigeon who can tell me where my boyfriend went!

We ended up with fifty pigeons at our feet, not a single one of them helpful.

I got your boyfriend right here! Coo-coo-coo, baby.

Forget him—I’ll be your boyfriend, hot stuff.

Take it off!

I glared at the last pigeon. “I will not take it off. But I will turn the hose on you.”

Feisty! I like my women with some fight to them.

“Pigeons are assholes,” I said, glaring at the flock.

“But do they know anything,” Van asked, her expression tight with worry.

I took out my phone, pulling up a photo of Declan and showing it to the flock. “This is Declan. I need to know what happened to him.” I held up the bagel. “If any of you can tell me, these carbs are all yours.”

Five minutes later, I was ready to murder every single pigeon on my block. I stood, letting out a breath. “This is useless. Six of them claim he was eaten by cats, eight asked if I had any nude pictures of him, and I’m not telling you what the rest of them said.”

Frustration filled me and I wanted to cry. What was I going to do now?

A car door clanged, and I looked up and saw Trick, Dammit on his shoulder. Trick’s face was pale, his eyes wide.

He hustled over to us, scattering some of the less committed pigeons. “Have you heard anything?” He paused, seemingly just noticing the large flock of birds. “Why so many pigeons?”

“I’m trying to get information.” I held up the bagel, every beady bird eye following along. “Despite my bounty, they’re giving me nothing.