My rib cage constricted at the images flooding my mind, cutting off my ability to take a deep breath. Shay, shoved into the trunk of some car, hurting, scared, and alone. Griffin gripped my shoulders again. “Keep it together. Ford is on his way. We’re gonna find her.”

I met Griffin’s gaze. “You’re not trying to get me to stay put?”

He grunted. “Hell, no. I would never do that, and I don’t expect you to be any different.”

A luxury SUV pulled to the side of the road, and a window rolled down. “Hop in.”

I climbed into the passenger side of the SUV and turned to Ford. “Thank you.”

“Of course. The girls are calling everyone we know to help with the search or to tell them to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity. Crosby’s getting some flyers made up with Shay’s photo.”

I didn’t even know how they had a photo of Shay. I didn’t have one. Not a single picture of her or of the two of us together, marking the memories we’d made. All I had were dozens of paintings. But those weren’t realistic enough. Then again, neither was a photo. Nothing came close to the real thing. The curves of her body, the feel of her skin, that lavender scent that always clung to her.

“Where’s Hunter?” Griffin asked as he fastened his seat belt.

Ford pulled out onto the road. “He hasn’t called me back yet. He was going to check out the resort he’s thinking about buying, and you know how the service is up there.”

“Shitty on a good day,” Griffin muttered.

My gaze jumped all around as we drove. As if I might catch sight of Shay walking down the street, and this would all be a terrible mistake. “Where are we going first?”

Ford turned on a road that led out of town. “A few areas are known for having a lot of rentals. That seems like the most likely place to keep someone. But he’d need to have privacy. So, we’re going to focus on the places with some acreage.”

He’d already thought this out. While my mind had been reeling, Ford had been thinking logically. “Thank you. I’ll never be able to repay—”

“We care about her, too,” Ford cut in. “You guys are part of the family now. We’d do anything for you.”

My throat burned, but I managed to nod.

Griffin leaned forward in his seat. “You got your Glock?”

Ford nodded. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Good. We should stop by the farmhouse so I can get something, too.”

Ford made another turn, taking us down a road surrounded by rolling fields. “Your place is between house one and two, we can stop then.”