“Ryder, what the hell is this?” I was rudely awakened from a sex coma to find her kneeling in the middle of the bed, white as a sheet and close to tears, with her phone held out to me. I was still half asleep when I took it, but what I read there had me fully awake in seconds.

I reached for my phone to call Lyon. “Yeah, I think I know where the last girl might be.”

“Really, where? And where did you get the information?”

“My ex just sent some ...