“And you lost him?” Gigi asks.
Molly’s cheeks turn pink. “I got a little… distracted,” she admits, not meeting her grandmother’s eyes.
“Distracted?” Gigi repeats, one eyebrow raised.
“With Stinger,” Molly mumbles, her blush deepening. “It was only for a few minutes!”
Gigi’s eyes narrow. “Henry will kill both of you if he finds out. You know how he feels about you getting involved with anyone in the club.”
Molly’s blush deepens to an almost alarming shade of red. “That’s not the point,” she says, her voice rising slightly. “The point is, I need to find Todd.”
I stand up, fighting the slight wobbliness in my legs from the bourbon. “When did you last see him?”
“About two hours ago,” Molly says. “In the main common room. I was only gone for a few minutes, and when I came back…” She trails off, gesturing helplessly.
Maddie rises too
“It shouldn’t be too hard to find him,” she says reasonably. “The clubhouse is big, but not that big.”
Gigi mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like “men are more trouble than they’re worth,” but she gets to her feet as well, waving off my offer of help.
“We should split up,” I suggest. “Cover more ground that way.”
Maddie nods. “I’ll check the kitchen and dining area.”
“I’ll look in the main common room and the gym,” Molly says, already heading for the door.
Gigi sighs. “I suppose I’ll check the garage and the storage rooms.”
“I’ll check our rooms and the guest quarters,” I say, following them out into the hallway.
We separate, each heading in different directions. I make my way to the guest wing, trying not to worry. Todd probably justgot lost exploring the clubhouse. It’s a maze of corridors and rooms, easy enough for even someone familiar with the layout to lose their way.
I check my room first, but the only occupants are Mochi and Charlie, curled up together on the bed. Todd’s room is next door, but it’s empty too. His overnight bag sits untouched on the bed, clothes neatly folded beside it. I check the attached bathroom but find nothing. No sign that he’s been here recently.
A flicker of concern sparks in my chest, but I push it down. There are plenty of other places he could be. I continue my search, checking each guest room in the hallway, but they’re all empty.
I find Maddie in the dining hall, her search equally fruitless. “Nothing in the kitchen or dining hall,” she says, twisting her hands together. “And no one’s seen him.”
Molly joins us a few minutes later, shaking her head before we can even ask. “Not in the common room or the gym.”
Gigi appears last, looking annoyed. “Not in the garage or storage rooms,” she reports. “And Twitch says he hasn’t seen him all evening.”
We stand in a tight circle, exchanging glances.
“Could he have left?” I ask, voicing the question we’re all thinking. “His mother has been texting him, worried she hasn’t heard from him in days. I know he was feeling down about that.”
“No one leaves the compound without Gunner knowing about it,” Maddie says, but there’s a hint of doubt in her voice. “Especially not now, with security so tight.”
“We should ask him,” I decide. “Maybe Todd slipped out when everyone was distracted by Dragon and the others leaving.”
Gunner isn’t hard to find. He’s in the security room, a small space filled with monitors showing different areas of thecompound. He looks up when we enter, his eyebrows rising at the sight of all four of us crowding the doorway.
“Ladies,” he says cautiously. “Everything okay?”
“Todd’s missing,” Molly blurts out before any of us can speak. “Have you seen him?”
Gunner straightens in his chair, suddenly alert. “Missing? Since when?”