Danny wanted to wring their fucking necks, but he was useless at anything physical. Violence was pretty high on his list of things he hated too, but goddamn they were infuriating. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Rachel is my girlfriend and I need to know if she's okay! Anyway, who is threatened by the truth? Only people with something to hide," he said, arching his eyebrows at Indigo. "If you weren't hiding something, it wouldn't matter. Tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is."