“Hey.”

Clay startles me, making me jump and I look over at him.

“Relax. Remember, you already know what they are going to ask you.”

“I know.” I sit up when the door opens, and watch Miles walk into the room with a notepad in hand and a gentle smile on his handsome face.

“Hey, Willow.”

“Hey, Miles.” I smile or try to, as he starts to take a seat across from me.

“Where’s Tucker?” Clay asks.

Miles focuses on him as he sits. “He’s sitting this one out.”

“I bet he is,” Clay mutters.

I squeeze his hand.

“Did something happen?” Miles asks, looking between the two of us.

“He and I just need to have a conversation,” Clay mutters.

“Sounds cryptic,” Miles says, looking at me and raising a dark brow.

I press my lips together to keep from laughing because that would be inappropriate, especially right now.

“All right, well, let’s get this over with.” He leans back in his chair, then begins asking me questions about Carly.

I respond to each one the best I can, but there are some that I just don’t have an answer to, and those questions make me feel like the worst kind of friend. I wish I had taken time to find out more about her family and why she wanted to move to Tennessee to begin with, when she didn’t know anyone here. But I didn’t and now I don’t know if me not having that information will hurt the chances of her being found.

“That’s it.” He taps his pen against the notepad where he jotted down the information I gave him. “But if you think of anything else, just call.”

“Sure. Have you guys found anything out since last night?”

“Not yet.”

I nod, I should have known that, I mean it’s only been a few hours since anyone even knew she might be missing, so it’s not like they could have closed the case or even got a timeline for when she disappeared.

“As soon as we know anything, I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks. And thank you for bringing my car back to Clay’s last night.”

“Not a problem.”

“If you’re done, I’m gonna take her to get something to eat.” Clay stands and Miles follows suit.

“Yeah, we’ll talk later,” he says.

Clay lifts his chin, placing his hand against my lower back as Miles opens the door.

As soon as we step over the threshold into the hall, I feel a change in energy in the air around me and that’s when I spot Tucker at the entrance to the station, talking to a female officer who is in uniform.

“Please don’t say anything to him, I’m hungry and these are all his friends. I’d rather not spend the next few hours trying to bail you out of jail for beating up your brother in the middle of a police station,” I mutter under my breath, as we walk toward the two of them.