“Uh…Murph just texted and said he needs our help.” “With what?” “I don’t know. He just says to call him.” I pushed a couple buttons on my truck’s Bluetooth and dialed him. The ring of his phone echoed in my silent truck cab. “Aiden,” he answered. “I need you guys to come back here. Drew’s gone.” I lowered my brows in confusion. “Gone?” “Yeah.” He sighed into the phone. “We were looking for a gas station because she needed to go to the bathroom. I got turned around and she went into the woods to go. She never came back.” “How long ago?” There was a beat of silence. “More than an hour. I looked for her at the edge of the woods but there’s no sign of her.” “Fuck, man. It’s getting dark. She could be hurt.” Tex interjected, “How do you hurt yourself taking a piss?” I glared at him and he gave me an apologetic look. “We’re on the way,” I said, doing a quick turnaround in a parking lot. “Where are you?” “I’ll text it to you.”
