“Good call,” Colt muttered.

She looked to Colt then again to Garrett.

She had no traction there, no support, no one giving any indication they thought there was anything left of Merry and Mia. Or that they even liked Mia, with or without Merry.

And she got not one thing from Garrett.

So finally, he got what he was expecting.

It was too much for her, she was giving up.

It was written all over her face. An expression he’d seen a lot over a lot of years and missed repeatedly.

He didn’t miss it then.

He just didn’t care.

“I just…I hope she’s okay, Merry,” she said.

“Whatever,” he muttered, turning away.

The minute he did, she was out of his head.

He moved as he bit out, “Mike.”

Mike looked his way. Phone still to his ear, he moved with Merry.

Garrett pulled out his phone and called his dad.

“Yo, Garrett, son,” Dave answered, talking quickly. “Ernie heard it. Tanner phoned me just after Ernie heard it. Tanner’s out. I’m out too. So’s Ernie and Spike. Don’t you worry. We’ll find that car.”

His father and his retired BPD cronies were not unwanted additions to the search.

But he needed something else.

“Shit gets around, Dad. It’s still early, school’s not out for a while, and I appreciate you lookin’ for Cher. But I need someone to deal with Ethan. Ethan and Grace.”

He stopped at the car and looked over the roof to see Mike still had his phone to his ear, but he beeped the locks.

“I’ll call Rocky,” Dave told him.

“Rocky’s in class.”

“She’ll sort somethin’ out, Garrett. You need men on the streets, not me holdin’ Grace’s hand.”

His dad was right.

He needed men on the streets.

He needed that car found.

He needed Cher found.

Fuck, his head hurt.

“Call Rocky, Dad,” he ordered as he yanked open the door and folded into the car.

“You got it, son.”

He was taking the phone from his ear to disconnect when he heard his father call his name.

“Yeah?” he asked when he put it back.

“We’ll find her,” his father said quietly.

They would. They absolutely would.

They had to.

For Ethan. For Grace.

For Garrett.

They had to find her.

He couldn’t think of it another way.

He couldn’t think of her not behind the bar at J&J’s when he walked in. He couldn’t think of her not there, pretending she was annoyed her kid and him were giving her shit over pancakes. He couldn’t think of losing her brand of sweet. Never seeing it again, when she could be cute.

He couldn’t think of not waking up to her pretty every morning.

He couldn’t think of never having that look from her, that look that said she loved him.

He couldn’t think of losing what his father lost how his father lost it, in other words, in a way he’d never get it back and the child she made who he loved wouldn’t either.