She frowned at the rifle in Owen’s hand. “Where’s Becca?” Owen’s gaze swept the cars in the lot, recognizing none of them. “I was hoping she was here.” Worry cast over Raye’s face, and she beckoned him inside. Everyone who’d been there earlier remained. “No one’s heard from her?” Owen asked. “Not since she left with you,” Raye said. “Her car’s gone, and there wasn’t any sign of a struggle.” “You left her?” Owen had no excuse. He just nodded. Fury sparked in Raye’s eyes. Her fingers twitched. Owen took a step back, even though he hadn’t meant to. Bobby took Raye’s hand. “Won’t help.” “I’ll feel better.” Her gaze remained on Owen. “We need him. Conscious.” She gave a sharp nod. Owen had the feeling he’d just avoided grave bodily injury, and he’d have deserved it. The fed took the rifle from Owen and set it in the corner of the room. Probably a good idea, though Owen missed the weight of it. He needed to focus. Becca was gone.
