Page 82 of The Right Garza
“For shit’s sake, True. Just sign the damn thing so we can get out of here.”
He shrugs and mumbles something inaudible under his breath before he scrawls out his signature.
Clarke gathers the papers.
“All good?” I ask him.
“Yes. I will have the new papers drafted by Monday.”
I knock my knuckles on the table and stand. “Great.”
As I’m picking up my phone from the table, it rings.
Magnolia Glades.
Hmm. Hellcat calling me back after belligerently telling me off earlier? With a suppressed smile, I answer, “Yeah?”
“Trent?”
Huh.NotHellcat calling me from Maggie’s phone. Just Maggie.
Should’ve known. No one holds a grudge like Lexi Flores. There’s no way she’d call me while mad at me.
“Sup, Mags?”
“Trent, I think something is wrong.”
The fear in her usually chipper voice makes me stop dead. “What do you mean?”
“The cops just called. I’m needed at the station.”
“The station?” I make eye contact with True. “Why?
“They said they found my car at the gas station. But they won’t tell me anything else over the phone.”
“What do you mean, Maggie? How did it get there?”
“Lexi... she b-borrowed my car to go pick up booze for the party tonight...”
The blood in my veins turns to ice.
“I had tried calling her earlier because I wanted her to pick something up for me on the way back, but her phone kept going to voicemail, so I figured her battery was dead. Now I’m getting a call from the cops and...”—her voice catches— “…now I don’t know what to think. What if something h-happened to her?”
“What is it?” True demands, shoving to his feet. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
“Where are you now, Mags?” I ask, calm and steady, though I feel anything but.
“In an Uber, on the way to the station.”
“Okay. I’ll see you there. In the meantime, just relax. I’m sure everything’s fine.”
“O-okay, I will.”
I hang up and stare unseeing at the table.
“You’re doing that thing again where you’re forcing yourself to be calm and rational on the outside while stepping on land mines and blowing yourself up on the inside,” True says as he walks around the table to me. He drops a hand on my shoulder. “What’s wrong, brother? What happened?”
His touch of support is all I need to jolt me into action. I turn and all but sprint out of Clarke’s office. “Something’s happened to Lexi.”
