“Tuck, chill man.” Miles sighs.

“He’s gonna blow our shit up; do you not see that?”

“You’re gonna blow our shit up because you can’t get a fucking grip on your emotions,” Miles tells him, then looks at me. “How’s Willow feeling? Did she get a hold of the friend she was with last night?”

“She did. Her friend claims they were both wasted and that she doesn’t know who Willow left with-–-just that Willow told her to stay with the guy she met up with and that she was getting a ride. The friend didn’t bother checking to see who that ride was.”

“Good friend,” Tucker says.

I’m glad that he and I can agree on at least one thing. “The cameras were down at the bar?”

“They said they’ve been having issues with them for a while now.”

“So, we got nothing,” I surmise.

“Not one fucking thing,” Miles confirms.

“I don’t think we need to put our energy into this situation,” Tucker says.

I focus on him. “What situation is that?” I cross my arms over my chest as I stare him down.

“Willow.”

“I gotta agree with him on this,” Miles says, then adds, “she’s not the normal victim, she has too many people who would be looking for her if she came up missing. You know these guys like to find women who are easily forgotten and don’t draw a lot of attention.”

I want to deny what he’s saying, but he’s right, Willow doesn’t fit the normal profile of someone who would be trafficked, and I’ve been unable to find anything online that would lead me to believe she’s been requested by someone. “All right, so where are we at with the sixteen-year-old and the dancer?”

“We’re still chasing down leads,” Tucker says, visibly more relaxed than he was moments ago. “We have a couple of people that have refused to speak to us. They might open up to you.”

“Get me their information and I’ll see what I can get.”

He jerks up his chin.

“I’m gonna take this up to Willow.” I look between my brothers and share some honesty. “She knows who you two are to me.”

“Fuck, I knew it.” Tucker scrubs his hands down his face. “If people find out, we’re going to have a lot of questions we won’t be able to answer.”

“She’s not going to tell anyone.”

“You better hope for our sake she doesn’t,” he mutters before turning and walking away.

“I hope she’s worth it.” Miles sighs, taking off after Tucker.

I watch both of them get back into their SUV, then head back into the building not even having to use the key in her bag because, like when we arrived, someone is leaving, and they just let me inside.

How her dad let her move in here is something I do not fucking get, not with how protective he seemed. People are way too trusting, which means someone could easily get inside then make their way through each floor until they find a door unlocked. Even the top floor, which I would guess is the most expensive unit in this building, can be easily accessed with the press of a button.