Page 58 of Single Mom's Bodyguards
“Then we hit harder.”
“We’re not vigilantes.”
Huck stops pacing. “Speak for yourself.”
I almost smile. Almost.
Then Wesley bursts through the door. He doesn’t knock. Doesn’t speak right away. He just holds up his phone with a locked jaw and eyes too wide for it to be anything but bad. “Where is she?”
I sit up straighter. “What?”
“Bailey.”
“What about her?”
He flips the phone around. “Twitter says she’s at an ice cream shop in Studio City. Someone posted a video. Two angles. Clear face shot. Maeve’s with her.”
I push back from the desk, already standing. “Where’s Jessica?”
“With Eli.”
“You’re sure Bailey’s not here?”
Wesley shakes his head. “Not in her room. Not in the house. I checked the entire camera feed. No departure on the front drive.”
“So, she snuck out.”
“Looks like it.”
I clench my jaw. This woman is going to be the death of me.
Wesley’s already moving toward the hallway, typing something rapid-fire on his phone. “I’m pulling the thread. Socials say it’s the place on Ventura near Laurel. Paparazzi are there in force.”
“Her phone?”
“She’s not answering.”
I grab my earpiece. “We take two cars. Huck, you’re with me. Wes—call in backup. See if Chief’s closer.”
He’s already dialing.
I grip the edge of the desk so hard the wood creaks.What the hell is she thinking?
We separate, bound to our destinations. Huck drives like the laws of physics are a polite suggestion. I don’t tell him to slow down.
The SUV cuts through traffic like it’s got teeth. Horns blare. A Prius swerves. Someone yells something we can’t hear through the glass. Not that we care. I keep my eyes on the street, hand tight around my phone, waiting for it to buzz. Waiting foranything.
Still no answer.
Wesley’s voice crackles through my earpiece. “Chief’s two blocks out. ETA ninety seconds.”
“Copy. We’re four blocks away.”
“You want me in the back or going through the front?”
“Back. She’s going to want a soft exit.”
“Assuming wegetan exit.”
