“No way.” I tug the knob and smack my fists against the wood. “Let me out of here right now, Clay.”

“Do not fucking hurt yourself by pounding on the door,” he barks, and I glare at the door and pound harder than I was. When my palms start to sting, I stop and spin around. Chest heaving, I go to the windows and look out, from this far up I’d hurt myself if I tried to jump, not to mention there is no way to even open the windows, so I’d have to break one of them to get out.

So angry that I swear I can feel my blood boiling through my veins, I toss my head back and scream as loud as I can, then fall to my bottom and start to cry. The tears are absolutely stupid, and I hate that being angry makes me sob like a baby, but with no other way to release my emotions, here we are.

I don’t know how long I sit on the cold ground for but eventually my tears dry up and a headache kicks in. Going to the door I try it again, but it’s still locked. Giving up on getting free, I go to the bathroom and find some Tylenol in the cupboard, taking two out then I capture some water in the palm of my hand and wash them down while looking in the mirror.

I look like crap. My eyes are bloodshot, my face is so red that I look almost sunburnt and even my hair is in disarray. After splashing some cool water on my face, I go to the bed and lay down. I don’t plan on sleeping because as soon as Clay gets back, I’m going to kick him in the nuts and leave whether he likes it or not. Or at least that’s my plan but before long my eyes get to heavy to keep open.

Chapter 18

Clay

STANDING ON ONE side of the island in Mile’s apartment, I look between my brothers then scrub my hands down my face. When I got down here forty-five minutes ago, I was ready to kill both of them. Brothers or not there is no way they should have sat back, knowing Willow was on the same dating app Carly was using before her death.

Then they filled me in on what’s been going down since I left town. With help from a source within the FBI they were able to push through a warrant for the dating app this afternoon. A warrant which gave them access to retrieve the information about who Carly was talking to and allowed them to monitor everyone who might have visited her profile while she was using the app and those who have clicked on it since her body was found.

After receiving the warrant, their first order of business was to find Matthew, which they did within just a couple hours. And what they found is that he had not been active on the site since Carly’s disappearance. And after some digging, they got in contact with his job and a family member who both brought up the fact that he has been missing since around the time Carly quit her job, and that a missing person’s report was filed. Only since he actually lived and worked in Kentucky, not in Nashville, no one even had him on their radar here in the city.