My heart slams hard against my ribs.
"The keys were still in the ignition, and when we tried, the car wouldn't start."
The door opens again, and the guard from the gate steps inside.
Angel turns to him, "What happened with Bex?"
"She left on her own."
Everyone turns.
"She looked panicked. She had a cut on her lip."
My chest tightens remembering the sound, the blood, and her eyes when she told me I shouldn't need permission to protect my wife.
"She said she was going to work."
The room fills with confused murmurs. Angel gestures toward Cypher. But Cypher is already typing.
"She didn't make any calls," he says after a moment. "No incoming or outgoing. I don't see anything out of the ordinary for her, nothing sticking out. But I'll dig deeper."
The world feels like it's tilting under my feet. I blink when my eyes go fuzzy. Things don't feel right. Something isn't adding up.
I look back at the prospect.
"What the fuck aren't you telling me?"
His eyes dart toward Razor again. My hands curl into fists.
"That's it. I'm going to find her."
Voices explode around the room.
"Where would she go?"
"It's the middle of the night!"
"What if someone grabbed her?"
Angel slams his hand down on the bar.
"Shut the fuck up!"
Silence crashes over the room again.
Razor smirks slightly, offering, "If you're worried about her, Clutch... Maybe we should all go look for her."
Something inside me snaps. I push Four and lunge. But he grabs me before I can get my hands on Razor again.
"I don't know what has been going on here." His voice cuts through the room. "But this bullshit stops now."
He points toward Razor.
"Room. Now."
Razor laughs. "Are you serious?"
Four doesn't blink.