I pinch the headache growing between my eyes and consider, again, whether I need to reach out to this guy and—instead of biting his head off—ask if he can get the word out about Colin. The police are doing sweet fuck all, so that might help?

The most frustrating part is that I’ve given the police their answer. It’s no coincidence that we got threats not to open the club, opened, and then Colin went missing. It has to have been those assholes at Rev. There’s no other answer. No one else has an issue with us. As much as I’d like to hope that Colin took himself on a vacation, I know him. He wouldn’t leave like this. Which means that he was forced to.

And there’s only one answer to who would force my brother to disappear.

A small part of me wants to be offended that they only went after him, but I can’t blame them. It’s barely been two weeks, and I’m already in way over my head—they don’t need to get rid of me when I can’t even run this place properly. They just have to wait out my complete incompetence.

While I wait to discover what the hell happened to my brother.

I’m not good with waiting. Or curiosity.

I chew my thumbnail, staring at the screen, trying to figure out what the hell I can do to stop being so gut-wrenchingly helpless, and all I can think of is that if the police won’t do their jobs, I’ll fucking do it for them.

I’m clearly not also a target, or I would have gone missing by now too. I’m not smart or sneaky and don’t know how to cover my tracks. So if they’re not after me, there’s no reason why I can’t pay them a little visit and start getting some of the answers I need.

Lars is still doing whatever the fuck he’s doing, so I grab my jacket and make for the door. I’m not going to be gone long, in a place as public as Rev, I’m not worried about anything happening there. Afterward, well, who the fuck knows what they’ll do. I’m not even sure I care at this point.

The not knowing is causing a brain itch, and if this is what I need to do, fuck it.

I take the stairs down from my office into the employees-only section of the club. There’s a door at the end of the hallway that leads to our back courtyard and parking spaces, which has a gate into the small through street behind us.