Page 150 of Symphony for Lies

I hung up without another word, bolting from my office.

My car roared to life, tires screeching as I tore through the streets, breaking every speed limit and every law.

I called her. Straight to voicemail.

Tried again.

Nothing.

I gritted my teeth, my grip white-knuckled on the wheel as I sped toward her apartment.

When I arrived, Spencer was already there, pacing outside her door.

I didn’t stop to acknowledge him, kicking the door open without hesitation.

The apartment was silent.

Empty.

Her scent lingered in the air, but she was gone.

Fear, unlike anything I had ever known, clawed its way up my throat.

Without thinking, I turned, grabbing Spencer by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “This is your fucking fault. If something happened to her—”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence, as my world seemed to fall apart just by speaking that thought out loud.

Spencer didn’t flinch. He just stared at me with calm and understanding.

That only pissed me off more.I shoved him away, running both hands through my hair, trying to breathe.

“The door was locked,” Spencer pointed out, straightening his jacket. “No sign of forced entry.”

My pulse hammered as I moved through the apartment, searching. The table was cleared. The notes were gone.

I stormed into the bedroom. The bed was made. Too neat. Like she had been gone for hours.

“Did she leave any other messages?”

I checked my phone.

One missed call. From her in the afternoon.

I hadn’t answered.

A sharp pang of guilt stabbed through me.

If I had just picked up!

But maybe…

“Maybe she’s with her friends,” I muttered. The words tasted like a lie.

Spencer shook his head. “I already checked.”

A wave of helplessness crushed me. I walked out onto the balcony, scanning the streets below. Empty. Nothing.

“Amelia!”

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