“Where is she?” he asks with crazed eyes. My head swivels around the room like she’s probably just hiding somewhere before looking back at him. “I-I don’t know. I just put her down here.” “How long ago?” Griggs asks. “I don’t know, three hours ago? Maybe four?” “Maybe four?” Asher snarls, wrapping his fists in my shirt. “Where the FUCK is my wife?”
