Page 107 of Jace 4Ever
My clothes were slashed, the toilet had been sledgehammered. The walls of the shower were shattered, along with the door. Someone had tried to pry my safe from the floor by the damage to the concrete around it. The sitting room was…a nightmare, the coffee table cracked in half, the cushions ripped, the frame of the couch cracked.
In the middle stood a woman with flame red hair and freckles, a dangerous air, and more than clearly carrying a weapon. Next to her was a man with coal black hair, casually dangerous, and sporting a gun in a shoulder holster. Closer to the bedroom was Detective Griffith.
“Mister Powers,” he called, spotting me. “Please tell me you haven’t touched anything!”
“I haven’t,” I whispered. “Where’s Jace? Where the hell is Jace?”
“We’re not sure yet, Captain,” the woman said, walking over to me. “We’re checking surveillance and casing the area. We have a few ideas of what happened here, but we’re still sorting it all out.”
“No one knows where he is.”
“Not at the moment.”
“Did we check all his favorite spots? The coffee place in Harlem? Chase and Marcus’s? Noah’s? Uriah and Austin’s? Bollock’s Bar?”
“All of them,” Griffith said. “I remember them all because we were keeping an eye on him right after the…other incident. I went down my list of his favorite hideouts. The Strand, the four bars he likes, the film library at NYU. All of it. No one has seen him in the past forty-eight hours.”
“Did you call our friends?”
“Wasn’t sure who to call, really,” Griffith said. “I thought I’d leave that to you.”
My hands were shaking, but I pulled out my phone. Tonight had been the listening party. He hadn’t called me, and he’d never answered my text, but that didn’t mean he didn’t go. I dialed Maddox’s number.
“Hey, Nels! You missed—”
“Jace is missing.”
Cold silence on the other side for just a moment. “What?”
“We’ve been looking for him all fucking day,” I gasped. “No one can’t find him. He’s not at any of the regular spots he hides at. My house was tossed.Tossed. Smashed glass, flipped furniture, destroyed carpets, and food. They tried to pull the safe from the floor. And I can’t find Jace.”
“Shit,” he hissed. “What can we do?”
“I don’t know.” I could hear tears in my voice. “Help me.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Give us half an hour to get to your place. We’ll find him, Nelson. I swear it.”
