Chapter 225: Private Investigation (Tyler's POV)

(Tyler's POV)

I followed Ryder down the stairs, grabbing him by the shoulder when we reached the bottom. "Where are you going? Are we going to Stanford?" I asked, assuming that must be Ryder's plan.

He scoffed, turning to face me with a look of incredulity.

"Are you insane? That's like a 12-hour drive. We'd be better off just waiting until he wakes up and trying to call him again," he replied with frustration and annoyance.

I shrugged. "We could fly?" I suggested

Ryder shook his head. "How long is the flight? We'd still have to pack, drive to the airport, fly there, that's if there's even a flight available at this ungodly fucking hour, and then when we get there, we would still need to get a car, drive to the university, find this Dr. Prince guy, make our threats, then pick up the trail from there. It's too complicated, and it's not going to save us any time," he explained, clearly having already considered the option.

I shook my head, refusing to believe that there was literally not