“What am I missing?” “This is important, Eden. What did he look like?” Dom asks, then kneels to re-pack my bag for me with swift experience. I run a hand over my tangled hair, trying to catch up with this abrupt shift in tone. “I— Well, he was a little older. Maybe early fifties? Short beard. Salt and pepper hair. I— I don’t know what else. Medium build, but he was strong? I remember he was strong.” “Fuck,” Beau curses as he yanks his pack up, and an ice-cold weight lands in my stomach. Beau doesn’t swear. Not like that.
