Another stolen kiss, this one a fraction longer, hotter, but still too fast for me to react to except to widen my eyes, and then I was pulling back. “Do you hear that?” A buzzing noise interrupted my scrambled thoughts. Leaning around me, Graeson picked my phone off the table and put it in my hands. “Oh.” The number on the screen coaxed a tremor of unease through me. “It’s Isaac.”

Isaac, who never spoke on the phone except on pain of death. Or when forced to shop, which amounted to the same thing.

“Who’s this? On second thought, I don’t care,” the gruff voice challenged before I got out a hello. “You know when that pump-blocking asshole’s coming back to move his rig?”

Foreboding slithered down my spine. “Why do you have my cousin’s phone?”

“Look, lady, I run the Murphey’s on Round Pond Road. One minute this guy is filling gas cans, and the next he’s gone. I checked the john. He ain’t in there.” Aggravation threaded his voice. “I found his phone when I searched his truck and dialed this number since it showed up in the call history so often. I was trying to ID him so I’d have something to tell the cops when they got here.”

More like he was hoping there was money or a gun in the glove box. I didn’t call him on it. I needed his help more than Isaac needed his twenty-dollar emergency fund.

“There was an older woman with him, his mother.” Eyes crushed shut, I massaged my temples. “She drives a mint blue vintage Ford F100 pickup.”

“Never saw her.” Sirens whirred in the background. “Hey, you going to come claim the truck or…?”

“I’ll be right there.” I ended the call, scrolled through my contacts and dialed Decker Comeaux, an elf I’d met while working on Marie’s drowning. A beep prompted me to leave a message. “Hey, this is Agent Ellis. There’s an incident at the Murphey’s on Round Pond Road. Meet me there as quick as you can.”

A black tide of panic rose until I had trouble sucking in a full breath.

Thanks to his sensitive warg hearing, I didn’t have to waste time catching Graeson up to speed.

Knowing me as well as he did, he guessed the turn of my thoughts with ease. “This doesn’t have to mean Charybdis is involved.”

“I can’t risk it.” I massaged my chest as though that might keep my heart beating. “I have to call Vause.”

A tickle of sensation prickled my mind, the pack bond at work was my guess.

“Your truck’s already hitched to your trailer.” He caught my arm before I could shove past him. “I asked Dell to bring me the keys to mine.”