Cutter's P.O.V.
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Sorsha and I searched her house for hours. Literally. At some point, her friends had come out of her dad's bedroom and then left. They've been gone ever since, and I've caught Sorsha looking out the window at a specific house every few minutes. She's worried about her friends.
However, we haven't found sh.it. The only useful information I saw were the papers that Sorsha had already found. The ones that lead her to us. I could tell by the state of the papers that some had been in that safe for years, probably Sorsha's whole life. The one that had our club name on it, though wasn't that old. Maybe only a few years.
Which means that Tinker was keeping tabs. Not just on us, but on multiple clubs. Because he would never have thought our cl
