Page 90 of Lost on Ice
Chapter Twenty-Nine
JAKE
It’smidnight by the time I get back to Boston after a nearly three hour flight, but I’m still wide awake, too excited about seeing Abbie to feel tired. Digging my phone out of my pocket as I make my way off the plane, I switch it out of airplane mode.
It starts going crazy.
Texts from Carter, Sophie, and Michael come flooding in, as well as over twenty missed calls. What the fuck is going on? I start scrolling through the texts.
Carter: Hey, Sophie is wondering if you’ve seen Abbie?
Carter: They were supposed to meet to go out tonight, but Abbie never showed. She texted to let Sophie know she was on her way, but that’s the last anyone has heard from her.
Carter: We can’t reach her. She’s not answering her phone.
Sophie: Jake! Please answer! Have you heard from Abbie? It’s been nearly an hour since she texted me. It should’ve only taken her fifteen minutes to reach me.
Mr. Wixx: Abbie’s missing—It’s been nearly two hours, so I’m going over to the apartment just so you and your security people know.
Sophie: Jake, seriously! Are you missing too?
Mr. Wixx: She wasn’t at the apartment. We are calling Peterson and the police.
Sophie: Jake! I’m freaking out! We can’t find Abbie anywhere!
No. No, no, no, no. This can’t be happening. Did that fucker make a move? Did he take her?
Heart in my throat, I dial up Sophie, and she answers immediately.
“Jake!” She exclaims, her voice cracking with fear. “Where have you been? We can’t find Abbie!”
“I’ve been on a flight to Boston,” I explain in a tight tone. “My phone was on airplane mode. What do you mean you can’t find Abbie?”
I hurry off the plane as fast as I can. Once I get through the runway, I break into a full-on sprint.
“We were supposed to meet tonight,” Sophie explains, nearly sobbing. “She never showed up, and she won’t answer her phone. We’ve been trying to get a hold of her for hours. We reached out to let Peterson know, but he doesn’t have any updates for us yet. Jake, I’m freaking out! I can’t shake this feeling that something bad has happened like that freak who’s been stalking her has done something…”
My stomach drops, and I nearly trip over my feet as pure fear slams through me. I’m racing through baggage claim at this point.
“What about Lilah? Is she okay?”
“Yes!” Sophie quickly assures me. “She’s with her dad and Vivianne, and there are cops at the house. She’s safe.”
I let out a breath of relief at that, and focus back on Abbie.
“Let me call the security company monitoring the apartment,” I say as I rush out of the airport. “I’ll see if they have any footage of her.”
“Okay,” she whimpers. “Jake, I’m so scared…”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her, sounding far more calm and confident than I actually am. “I’m on my way. We’re going to find her, Sophie. We have to find her…I can’t live without her”
“I know you can’t,” she replies in a soft voice.
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
I catch the first cab that rolls up. I jump into the back seat, pick up my phone again, and immediately dial up the security company and ask them to bring up the security footage from the camera at the apartment door. As the cab rolls down the highway, I listen to every word with bated breath. My dread only intensifies when they say she left for her night out with Sophie, dressed up and smiling.
I’m still talking to them on the phone as we get back to my apartment. “Thanks,” I call out to the driver, as I jump out and immediately race to my car. I start the engine and roll right back onto the streets, this time in the direction of Ivy Glen. When I’m a couple miles out of Boston, I dial Abbie’s number, praying she answers. Praying this is all a misunderstanding…
