Page 12 of Blizzard Babies
“How bad is the storm?” he asks.
“It’s not terrible yet.”
But it’s close to terrible. Pseudo-terrible. Getting terrible.
Yeah, I’m not going to tell him that.
“On the news it says it is terrible,” he counters.
Miikka isn’t stupid and he’s as protective of Charli and I am of my wife.
“I’m going to look for them,” I repeat, since I don’t know what else to say.
“Where were they?” he demands.
“I don’t know,” I snap, before taking a deep breath.
“Why did you let them go out?!”
I laugh.
I can’t help it. “Do you know our wives? Like I could have stopped any of them? My wife in particular.”
He lets out a string of curses in Finnish. “What do we do?” he asks finally.
“We do nothing. You’re in Boston. I’m going to look for them.”
“Is dangerous,” he says after a moment.
“What’s the alternative?”
“What’re you doing, man?” Jake’s voice comes on the line. “What do you know? Miikka’s too busy cursing in other languages for me to sort it out.”
I sigh and tell him the little bit I know. “They went to breakfast and then to Laurel’s favorite spa. Last time I heard from Laurel, they were on the way home.”
“How long ago?”
I hesitate. “Almost two hours.”
“Even with them driving slow and careful, that’s at least an hour too long.”
“Exactly.”
“So they have to be somewhere between the spa and home.”
“Right. But I don’t know if they took surface streets or the highway.”
“Charli prefers highway.” I can hear Miikka’s voice in the background. “Especially now with the morning sickness. Stop and go makes it worse.”
I nod. “I’ll start with the highway then.”
“Be careful,” Jake says.
“Let people know where you are and make sure you have backup,” someone else says. Maybe Kane? Jake has me on speaker phone now, so it’s hard to discern all the voices in the background.
But I need backup.
Who do I have to back me up? I don’t keep a full-time bodyguard, and the security guards at the house are basically rent-a-cops. They won’t know what to do in an emergency like this.
