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Drew
We didn’t find a damn thing, not a goddamn thing to point where Shaun might have gone. We ransacked the apartment and came up empty.
Devil had gotten us both girls’ schedules, but we stuck around campus for two classes—neither showed. They could have been at a friend’s house for all we knew, watching chick flicks and eating ice cream.
Shaun had to know I’d come after her, so she’d be lying low someplace. While a brat, she was smart enough to hide where I wouldn’t think to look. That meant she’d avoid her family home—f**k knew what that place even looked like or if Arturo cleaned up the mess his men had made in their attempts to exact revenge on Ben for killing one of the cartel’s own all those years ago.
I wondered if the cops had gotten involved. If so, they’d be swarming the
