Page 108 of Nothing to No One

“He’s missing? He, who? Zairn?”

“No, actually, though he’s been trying to call. I really should find my phone.”

“Roxie!” She got her friend’s attention back. “Who’s he?”

“Not just he…” Her friend’s shoulders squirmed just a little. “They. They’re missing.”

She shook her head. “Still don’t get it.”

“The Lowes. Roman and Struan. No one knows where they are.”

Her arm fell from her mother. “Where’s my purse?”

Stone’s upper body twisted away, and he retrieved something from someone behind him. Her purse. He held it out over Roxie’s shoulder, and she rushed to grab it, fishing her phone from inside.

The first thing she did was dial his number: voicemail.

“That means he’s on the phone,” she said, letting it play to the room. “He’s fine if he’s on the phone.”

“Or it’s off,” Stone said.

Off? Why would his phone be off? Struan wasn’t remotely the type to forget to charge it, not when Roman might need him any minute, but Roman…

Mieux was the friend who kept on giving. Her colleague filled her phone with numbers she might need, and right then she scrolled to M.

If Struan couldn’t talk to her, Magnus was Roman’s keeper. He’d know the star’s exact location.

The phone rang.

It rang and rang until a barked reply. “You!”

“Me?” she asked, reading his accusation.

“This is because of you. You’ve done this. My boys are out there somewhere, probably killing each other right now because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself!”

“I’m worried too,” she said, turning her back to the others. It was easier to absorb the allegation without the others reading her shame. “Magnus, tell me what happened. If we’re going to find them, we have to work together.

He exhaled a grumble. “I don’t know what happened. I went to get Roman from his room. We were supposed to be heading to the airport, and he wasn’t there.”

“Struan spent the night at mine.”

“We know. After the first half dozen attempts to phone him failed, I sent people over there. His car’s still on the street. Boy was smart enough to know there’s a tracker in it. There’s no one there. We sent people in to look. Your place is empty.”

That wasn’t the time to fixate on how anyone had got into her house without a key, or that he hadn’t bothered to ask permission when she was reachable on the phone.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I know where you are. You’re all over the internet. Wishbone. I know they haven’t showed up there because we have live feed.”

“Where are they?” she asked and turned to Roxie. “Where are the twins?”

“I’m on it,” her friend said, taking a device from Stone, then bypassing the man to go into the hall.

“Roxie will help.”

“Like she’s helped this whole mess?” Magnus asked. “These boys were fine until you came into their life. Now look what you’ve done.”

“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t know they were going to do anything. How could I know they were going to disappear? When was the last time you saw Roman?”

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