Ate? Who cares about food when Mindy is sick or in danger? I shrug.
“I’ll go get you something.” She leaves my office.
“Hope she gets you something good. Cause she’s going to make you eat it.” Pit laughs as he grabs a handful of nuts out of a bag.
Why are we talking about asinine nonsense when Mindy needs to be found?
Jacko walks in. “Canyon found blood.”
NO!!!!!!!
“Just a few drops. But it looks to be only a few days old.” He lifts two samples out of his pocket. “We took some hair off her brush.”
It’s hers. I know it. “Does Barb know someone who can get us the results quickly?”
“Ethan will know someone.”
Why didn’t I think of him? Because I’m not thinking straight. “Jacko.”
He stops and turns back to me. “Yeah?”
“If it comes to—”
“I’ve got your back, brother.” He nods and walks away.
It better not come to that. She has to be alive.
There has to be something more I can do.
Anything.
Enzo rushes in, followed by Everett.
“What’s going on? Enzo said you needed my help, and that it was important.”
It is. “Mindy is missing.”
Everett blinks. “The woman you aren’t dating who works with the snakes?”
“Yeah, her.”
“And you look like you lost your mind because she’s missing?”
I shrug.
“You’re in love with her?”
“I am.” It feels odd to say that when I haven’t even told her yet.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Find her. She’s called every day for the last three days, but Enzo can’t track the calls because the number’s been blocked.”
“That should be easy enough. I’ll need access to your toys over there.” Everett nods to the security station.
“Give him what he needs.” In a few minutes, I might know exactly where she is.
Enzo types something in and steps away from the computer.