“What can we do for you, Stede?” “I’m afraid I need your help,” he says grimly. “Koty’s in trouble.” “Trouble?” Fuck. If Dakota’s in trouble, it means I’ll kill someone. Again. “Got a call from her early this morning,” Stede goes on. “She wouldn’t tell me what happened, but she’s hurt. Her car broke down. Sounds like she’s on the run. From what, she wouldn’t say.” “On the run? What the fuck,” Ford says, looking bewildered. “Tell us what we can do,” Charlie growls, his arm wrapped around Ruby. Stede lets out a long, tired sigh. “I’m not too proud to ask…would you go get my daughter, Davis?”
