My stomach twists as my brain is trying to run in ten directions at once.
Razor hitting her.
The wreckage downstairs.
The kid leaving Bex alone.
Four looks toward Razor, asking, "Then what?"
Razor shrugs. "She left. Said she was done."
Something in his eyes makes my skin crawl.
He adds, "I even watched her leave. Figured it's better to have her gone than to keep poisoning us from the inside."
I go to move around Four, but I notice something on Razor's wrist. A hair elastic. For half a second, something in the back of my mind sparks. But the thought slips away before I can grab it.
Angel raises a hand.
"Enough."
Angel waves over a prospect and points towards the door.
"Take the gate and send in whoever you are replacing. I want to talk to him."
The kid nods and bolts.
The room is tense, everyone is waiting for what comes next.
Angel exhales slowly, saying, "Preacher never showed."
Murmurs ripple through the room.
"But that's not all."
My stomach drops as Angel's eyes find mine.
"On the way back, we found Bex's car."
The room erupts.
"What?"
"Is she okay?"
"Where was it?"
"Did someone take her?"
"She probably ran off with Preacher!"
"That's why he didn't show."
Angel raises his voice. "Quiet!"
The room falls silent again.
"It was abandoned on a side road."