(Seraphina)
The cab driver didn't ask questions.
That suited me fine because I didn't have answers that would have made sense to anyone who hadn't been sitting in that motel room for days waiting for a son who stopped answering his phone.
Dorian sat beside me with his hands on his knees and his eyes on the road. He hadn't said much since we left the motel. That wasn't like him. Dorian always had something to say about everything, usually something I didn't want to hear. The silence was worse somehow.
The east road came into view and the cab slowed.
I looked out the window. Trees on both sides. A long stretch of road that didn't look like it led anywhere significant. But the woman yesterday had been clear enough. East road. Bikers. That was where Belle had been seen.
Belle was somewhe
