CHAPTER 8
Rory sat looking at the screen. Destrain and Justice had finally authorized him to go over the town's cameras to see if he could see anything. However, his focus wasn’t what it used to be.
Images of his mates kept popping into his mind, as were Angelo’s words. Rory didn’t know what to do. Angelo made it clear that his mates could help him through his darkest hours, and Rory had many of those. Last night was just one of many with the nightmares and sleepless nights. He could still hear Trey’s voice—feel Trey’s hands on his body.
“There! What’s that there?” Donny asked with excitement.
Rory looked to where Donny was pointing. “I don’t see anything.”
“Take the tapes from the club back about thirty seconds and the one from Twixie’s back about that far as well. I swear I see the
