“Have a sausage,” I said politely.

“That’s like offering an alligator a chicken nugget. So here’s the deal. I can’t track down your friend based on what I’ve got. No surveillance cameras mean no record of the kidnapping, no license plate, no indication of what direction they headed. The girl who witnessed it go down couldn’t describe the men because it was dark and she only caught a glimpse before they sped off, but she thinks there were two—one driving and the other in the back.”

Chills swept over my arms when I thought of the two men from last night. I set my fork down and reached in my lap. “This is for your trouble.” I handed him the small envelope of cash.

He swung his eyes briefly toward the stage before looking back at my plate. “I found Skye’s address, but no one else lives there.”

“What about her daughter? She mentioned that her cousin watches her while she’s at work.”

His brow sloped down and he touched the small scar on his bottom lip. “A mother wouldn’t leave her kid at home alone, so the cousin’s probably still watching her. I’ll check it out and see if they know anything about Skye. You mind telling me why you showed up at the house this morning like someone who woke up in the woods without a clue of what the hell just happened? Trust me, I know that look.”

I decided if Reno was already on the case, he needed to know everything. I gulped down the rest of my milk and pushed the glass aside. “Two men tackled me outside my apartment. They didn’t assault me or take the pile of cash I was carrying.”

His knuckles turned white when he made tight fists with his hands. “What the fuck did they want?”

I shook my head, a wavy swath of hair falling in front of my face. “They forced me to shift. They used a device to lure my animal out. When I woke up, hours had passed and there was no sign of them. Look, I’m not going to beat around the bush. Something’s going on in this club and none of us are safe. I’m not going to sit around putting on mascara while someone is kidnapping these women. The local Packmasters don’t want to be involved because, let’s face it, they think we’re nothing but trash. Maybe all you see on that stage is a pretty girl and a nice pair of tits, but these girls have big dreams, and that’s why they work their asses off so they can take care of themselves.”

“I’m not here to judge,” he said, holding up his hands.

“Neither am I. But you and I need to have an understanding that this is personal. Skye has a baby out there somewhere who’s wondering when her mommy is coming home.”

Reno scratched his bristly jaw. “Damn,” he murmured. “Look, I can’t promise anything. I don’t have enough to go on that’ll tell me where they are, or if they’re still alive. Humans could have taken them for all I know. I see that shit on the news all the time.” He reached out and neatly lined up the salt and pepper shakers, wiping a few granules off the table.