Silence had become the most unsettling part of the investigation because after months of constant messages, carefully planted clues and relentless pressure everything had simply stopped.
No phone calls, no anonymous packages, no sightings of Raze, no new evidence. Nothing.
Three weeks passed that way and instead of feeling relieved everyone inside the clubhouse seemed to become more restless with each passing day.
I finished another early morning workout before showering and pulling my damp hair into a ponytail and I walked downstairs with a notebook tucked under my arm. And Casey was already sitting behind his laptop.
“You beat me again.” I said and he smiled without looking away from the screen.
“I never left.” He said.
“I believe that.” I said.
He looked exhausted with dark
