I jackknifed upright in bed, my hand already on the gun I kept under my pillow. But I stopped myself from lifting and firing it at him just in time. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I found him standing over my bed, his phone held to his ear with one hand, while the other was thrust into his hair, tugging at the roots. “They can’t find my mom.”

“Put it on speaker,” I instructed, putting the safety back on my gun and taking my hand out from under my pillow. A glance at the clock on my nightstand told me it was just after six in the morning, making it just after three in California.

Once it was on speaker, Garret told his dad to repeat what he’d just told him.

“Things were crazy at the bar tonight, so Felicity was home alone. Bash and Raven both had to help out, and we still seemed shorthanded.” I heard the fear in the biker’s voice, and it made my stomach clench. Before we lost Nova, I would have said nothing scared Jet Hannigan. Now I knew that wasn’t true. It wasn’t that he felt fear. It was why he felt it. He’d already lost one person who meant the world to him, and now he was thinking he may have lost another. “When we got home, the TV was on, and there was a bowl of popcorn in the kitchen along with that tea your mom has been drinking to try to help her sleep. The doors were locked, and her car was in the driveway. None of us thought anything was wrong.” He let out a harsh exhale. “But then we couldn’t find her. It was as if she just disappeared into thin air.”

“Are her phone and purse missing?” I asked, trying to make sense of what he was saying as sleep faded from my brain.

“Both are here. But when I looked in the closet, I saw that her little carry-on luggage is missing, and some of her clothes that were hanging there this morning are gone.” He groaned in frustration. “If she left willingly, why would she take her clothes but not her phone and purse? And why didn’t she take her car? None of this makes sense, boys. Not one damn thing.”

“Did you call Ben?” Garret was pacing, his worry for his mom filling the room. It was the first real sign of emotion he’d shown in months. Since his return from Colombia with the MC, bringing Ramirez’s corpse with them, he’d been just as emotionally empty as I was.

“He filed a missing persons report. He’s notified everyone all the way up to Canada and down to Mexico. It’s just hard to look for someone when we don’t know what direction she went, or even what kind of vehicle she left in.”

“I’ll call Desi,” I offered. “Get him to check out all the CCTV cameras around Creswell Springs, see if there is anything that stands out from last night.”