She needs to cool off.
But I'm not going to let my sister do something stupid.
I run after her.
She's gone.
I check every club on Highland.
I check every store at the strip mall.
I call every one of Emma's friends.
And, still, I keep looking. Find another store. Another bar. Another shady fucking alley.
I don't stop until my phone is buzzing.
It's a text from Walker.
Walker: Emma's at my place. She's gonna stay here.
Brendon: She okay?
Walker: No. But she will be. Is Kay okay?
Brendon: I don't know.
Walker: Fuck. You better figure that out.
Brendon: Take care of Em, okay.
Walker: Good luck.
I slide my phone into my pocket and make my way back to the venue.
But it's already closed. Lights off. Everybody—even the crew—is gone.
I call Kaylee.
Voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
Again.
Nothing.
I shoot her a text.
Brendon: Where are you?
Nothing.
Chapter Forty-Three
BRENDON