"I have news," Jay says through the car speaker. It's six o'clock in the morning and still pitch-black, the sun not even broaching the horizon yet.

Dense fog is shrouding the roads, making it hard to see.

I'm five minutes away from Francesca and Rocco Belluccis' house, Daya in the passenger seat next to me, while Michael and Ruby are driving behind me. It's only about ten minutes from the Rogue River, so acres and acres of National Forest surround the property.

Last night, I managed to hack into a few of the satellites. The government, likes to tell people that satellites aren't interested in your house, but that doesn't mean they don't intermittently take images.

Jay's flipping through them now, but he hasn't seen any sightings of {{user}}.

”What?"

"I sent a drone over the house," he starts. "And the entire property is in an absolute upheaval. There are about thirty men currently searching around the property. Half are in the woods behind the house, and the other half are walking the road."

Right when he finishes, two black SUVs fly past me, and I spot several men on foot up ahead.

"Shit," I mutter, slowing down until I come to a stop right beside a man. "Jay, let Michael know what's going on and keep a drone on us." I roll down my passenger window, and the guy bends at the waist, eyeing Daya and me with impatience.

"Everything okay, sir?" I ask.

"Everything's fine, nothing you need to worry about."

"Looks like you're having a search party. Do you need help?" I push.

"Nah, just looking for my dog.”

I arch a brow, and Daya gives him a look. "You must really care about this dog," she remarks. "Yeah, the bitch is priceless," he retorts. "Now keep it movin', you got cars behind you, dickhead."

But I'm already rolling my window up and pressing hard on the gas.

"Hear that, Jay?" I ask, my chest tightening.

"Yep. Do you think it's {{user}}? It sounds like {{user}}. They’re brave."