Page 139 of Salvage Him
"Who instructed?" I spit out thewords.
Jason's eyes dartedaround.
I knew theanswer.
"Mr. McIntyre," Jasonwhispered.
Mr.McIntyre.
I ran a hand throughmyhair.
"When did he come back?" Iasked.
"Uh," Jason stammered. "I can't tellyouthat."
I flexed my hand into a fist but released it when Jason's eyes grew wide. I wasn't going to pound him even though every fiber in my being wanted to hit something or someone. I glared in his direction but not at him. He was doinghisjob.
I walked outside and stared up at thebuilding.
How could I find out if she was okay if she wasn't answering mycalls?
Jason cameoutside.
“Yesterday,” he said. "I am reallysorry."
"Don't worry about it. It's fine." I opened my door. "Have you seen Brooklyn since hereturned?"
"No, Sir. They haven't left theapartment."
"Jason, do me afavor?"
He nodded, hisfacered.
"Just make up an excuse to go upstairs and see if she is okay." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a business card. "Call me after youseeher?"
"Okay."
I could see the kid's mind working. I hated to put him that position, but I had to know shewasokay.
Jason turned around and headed into the building and straight for theelevator.
I got in my truck and drove back to my apartment. I sat in the parking garage and waited for his call. I couldn't take another step. I couldn't breathe until I heard shewasokay.
I wasn't sure what had happened, but if Paul was back in the picture, and she had cut off contact with me, itwasn'tgood.
When my phone rang, I jumped in my seat. My hands so frantic, I dropped it. When I finally had it in my hands, Ianswered.
"Hello."
"Mr. Crawford. It'sJason."
"Yeah,Jason."
"I saw her, and she's fine. She seemed upset about something. She wore sunglasses, which is weird, but maybe she was covering up that she'd been crying. Physically, sheseemedfine."
"Was Paul there?" Iasked.
"Yes. I told them some of their mail was stuck in the neighbor’s box and only the postman had the key, so I thought I would bring it up." He paused, and his voice dropped an octave. "Mr. McIntyre asked me to come in and help him move some boxes. They werepacking."
