Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Griffin
- Caelyn
- Epilogue
- Enjoy this preview of Reckless Refuge
- Enjoy This Book?
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Catherine Cowles
- About Catherine Cowles
- Stay Connected
I tapped Parker’s contact in my phone. After two rings, he answered. “Raines.”
“Hey, it’s Griffin. Have you heard from Caelyn today?”
“She texted me this morning to check and see if we’d made any progress. Why?”
I muttered a curse. “And let me guess, you didn’t have anything for her.”
“Not yet. What’s going on? Is Caelyn okay?”
My gut twisted at the question. She’d better be okay. “She just isn’t answering her phone, but I’m pretty sure I know where she is.”
Someone had endangered Caelyn’s family. The children she would do absolutely anything to protect. So she would go to the person who just might be the source. I started back to my truck. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll let you know if I don’t find her.”
“How about you let me know either way?”
“Will do.” I hit end on my screen as I hopped into my truck. I made my way to the ferry just as they were loading. I beat out a rhythm on my wheel as if that would make the boat go faster. When that failed, I tried Caelyn again. Still nothing.
A million different scenarios played in my mind. Each one was worse than the one before. We had no idea who Caelyn’s mom was mixed up with these days. She could’ve gotten out of prison and gone right back to the crew she’d left behind. Yet I would’ve bet my last dollar that was exactly where Caelyn had gone.
Cars began slowly unloading when we reached Shelter Island, and I pulled up the trailer park’s location on my phone. She’d mentioned that her mom was staying there but I didn’t have a lot or a trailer number. Hopefully, I could just drive around until I saw Caelyn’s SUV.
But as I pulled down the ramp, I caught sight of the vehicle Caelyn lovingly called Big Bertha. For the first time in the past hour, I took a full breath. She was safe. But as I caught sight of her expression as I passed, I knew she was the furthest thing from all right. I did a quick U-turn and got in line with the vehicles heading back to Anchor.
Each second that passed, I gripped the wheel harder. As soon as I was parked in my spot on the ferry, I shut off my engine and jumped out of my truck. I was tall enough to have a decent vantage point to survey the cars. After a minute, I saw the SUV in a front corner. I strode quickly through the maze but Caelyn’s vehicle was empty.