The overgrown path, barely discernible in the fading light, ended abruptly before a dilapidated, small house. It stood hunched and silent amidst a tangle of untamed trees and thorny bushes. This had to be it.
Ryan reined Thunder in sharply, the stallion snorting and stamping, sensing his master's urgency. He didn't bother tethering him; there was no time. He leaped from the saddle and, without hesitation, kicked open the flimsy wooden door, half expecting a confrontation.
The house was empty. A wave of cold despair washed over him. Dust motes danced in the single beam of moonlight that pierced the grimy window of the main room. It was small, filthy, and reeked of stale beer and unwashed bodies. But Suzy… there was no sign of her.
