I don't know what Rogue had to do to get this address, but I don't think I've ever gotten my shit together so fucking fast. He got me out of jail after I finally got a hold of him. Thank god he's a lawyer with some pull at the hotel. I know how much he hates giving favors, and he probably gave more than he wanted in order to get me out.

As soon as I got back to the hotel room, I showered and got my car from the valet. I'd driven down to the bachelor party, enjoying the ride and taking my time. Now I'm eight hours from...