Emotion threatened to knock him to his knees, so he returned to being the killer they’d made of him. It was the only way he could handle the situation.
He entered the clubhouse first, nearly bowling Zeke over. “Talk to me.” His team was on his heels, ignoring the rain pounding them. Remains of a party littered the floor around them, but the place had been cleared out the second Hallie had gone missing and Zeke had called Trent.
Zachary looked up from a laptop while still typing furiously. “She took off about an hour ago, and here’s footage from the gas station.” The video feed came up, showing Hallie being taken by Brad Montgomery. He held a gun in her side and then to her temple.
Trent breathed out, his body going hot and then back to cold. Freezing, killing, desperate ice.
Zeke scrubbed both hands down his face. “She was sleeping in your room, and I didn’t think she’d ever run. I would’ve planted myself right outside if I’d even had a hint.”
Levi looked up. “She found your stash. Didn’t you tell her about you? About us?”
“No,” Trent muttered, fury catching in his throat and forcing his Southern accent out in full force. Fury at himself, at Hallie, at the Montgomery brothers, who were going to bleed. “Where. Is. She?”
“I’m working on it,” Zachary said. “Last CCTV is the gas station, and the car doesn’t make it to Smalltown. They have a new camera system to catch speeders right before town. So she’s somewhere in that strip of land between the two towns.”
That strip of land was comprised of a hundred miles. How was Trent going to find her in that stretch of land before they hurt her or worse? He’d finally found her—the one woman in the entire world made just for him. He’d known it the second he’d touched her, and now he might lose her.
Wyatt dropped his pack on the floor. “If they’ve been staying around here, there’s only one area to rent cabins between here and there. The rest is private ranch land.”
Austin reached for his phone and pressed a button, holding the phone to his ear. “Hey, Murphy. Sorry to wake you, but it’s the sheriff. Are any of your cabins rented to a couple of men going by the name of Montgomery?” He waited and shook his head. “Any rented to just a man?” He listened and held up a hand. “Which cabin? No, don’t go down there. It’s official police business, and I’ll handle it. Go back to bed and tell Loretta that I’m sorry I woke you both.” He hung up. “One guy, renting the cabin on the far east side. Said he was a novelist who needed space and quiet.”
Trent fetched his Glock from his bag and shoved it into his waist. “Six of us can fit in the helicopter.” It’d take an hour by car and probably a half hour by horse.
The storm outside would mask their arrival.
Austin grabbed his arm. “We dropped all of the evidence off with the police department in Boise instead of taking out Silas Montgomery and Marc Lewis. If we kill the Montgomery sons, there will be questions and a spotlight on us. I’m fine with it, but this is your call.”
Ford shoved his knife in the sheath attached to his thigh. “We can make them disappear. Maybe nobody will connect them to Wyoming. It depends how much of a trail they left traveling here. They obviously tried to stay under the radar, but we found them in five minutes. If they’re the ones in the Murphy cabin, anybody else looking might get lucky, too.”
Trent sucked down anger and tried to breathe. Was she being hurt right now? Would they kill her? He couldn’t bring the attention of the authorities to his brothers, but he was torn. What should he do?
Zeke shook his head. “This is why we don’t leave witnesses. Should’ve taken out both Silas and Lewis.”
“I’m not disagreeing,” Trent said grimly. He had tried to tamp down the reality of who he was, for Hallie, and it had put her in danger.
Austin dropped his pack as well as the case for his rifle. He took out a pistol. “Either way, we need to get the girl. Are we shooting to kill, or do we need a plan B?”
Trent moved for the door. The harsh journey he and his brothers had endured to find this place and become who they were spun through his head. The