I made it through the week with busted knuckles from putting my fist through a wall. Everything else was sore from working out at the gym for hours on end. The crew returned Friday. I hadn't heard from Rosa. I didn't stop texting.

“It doesn't make sense,” Brando said.

It didn't. I'd heard nothing from Rosa or her sister. I wasn't sure when they were returning. If they didn't come back, and that worried me most, I would go after her. This was bullshit.

I was in my ...