The warehouse felt unnaturally quiet after Colt disappeared. Nobody sat down for breakfast. Nobody complained about the cold coffee. Nobody argued over assignments.
Every patched member searched weapons, checked motorcycles, and prepared to leave and Knox stood in the middle of church with a county map spread across the table.
"We find him." Knox said.
"If he wants to be found." Roman said and I looked sharply toward him.
"You really think he ran?" I asked and Roman met my eyes.
"I think people panic." Roman said.
"He didn't." I said.
"You don't know that." Roman said.
"I know Colt." I said making Roman sighed.
"Maze." Roman said.
"He was framed." I said.
Crow stepped between us before the conversation became another argument.
"We're wasting time." Crow said and Knox nodded onc
