Chapter Four
Mason
“Driving around isn’t doing us any good,” Hunter says from the back seat of the truck. “They could literally be anywhere.”
Liam agrees, and I stay busy scrolling through the text messages Dalton has sent over the past hour. Learning Sophie wasn’t at Weston’s nearly ripped my heart from my chest. I hoped he’d be there and make it easy for us to save her, but obviously, I underestimated him. I’m not sure what the hell to do now or where to even start. I feel so f*****g hopeless, but I refuse to give up. Knowing what he’s done and what he’s doing now, I can’t risk calling my dad or the cops. He’s smarter than any of us thought, and I think about how he must’ve orchestrated attending the grief meetings with the intention of befriending Sophie. My thoughts wander to how he
