Page 37 of Rock Hard
Chapter Fifteen
Rex stared at the smallscreen, reading Alice’s text again. No details. No location. No information other than his daughter was okay and “they” would meet up with him at the Boston stop of the tour.
“They” probably included Alice, Carly, and that fuckingpanther. What did Alice see in him anyway?
The warning crack of the protective cell phone casing made him ease his grip on the device. Every time Rex thought of Alice working so closely with that guy, his blood boiled. Alice didn’t belong with him. She was a lioness. She belonged with her own kind.
She belonged withhim, goddammit!
Now the panther thought to move in on his daughter, too? Oh,hellno.
He tried calling the number again, and again, it went immediately to voicemail, just like Carly’s. He roared for Valerie then remembered he had fired her self-serving ass.
He stalked over to his drummer’s room and banged on the door. “Styxx! Open up, man.”
The bleary-eyed cheetah opened the door a crack. “Dude, what the fuck?”
Rex pushed and entered without waiting for an invite. “Is there a way to locate someone if their phone is turned off?”
Styxx rubbed his eyes. “How the hell should I know?”
“You went to MIT, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So, you should know this tech shit.”
The guy was not only a phenomenal drummer, he was smart as fuck, too. For some reason, though, he didn’t like to acknowledge that, and for the most part, Rex and the rest of the guys respected that. But this was different. Locating Carly took precedence over Styxx’s closet geek issues.
“Come on, dude. It’s important.”
Styxx sighed. “Who are you trying to locate?”
“Carly.”
With a feline stretch and a couple of audible neck pops, Styxx asked the obvious. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just go and knock on her door?”
“It would if she was there, smartass. She bailed in Dallas.”
That got the cheetah’s attention. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
“Well, I hate to break it to you, dude, but unless you installed a GPS chip in her phone, a tracking app isn’t going to work if the device is turned off.”
Rex didn’t know if Carly’s phone had a GPS chip or not. Alice used to deal with all that shit, getting Carly whatever she needed. Unfortunately, she wasn’t picking up her phone, either.
“Fuck.”
They were silent for a few moments, then Styxx asked, “What’s she using for cash? Does she have plastic?”
“Yeah, Valerie said I should get her a card.”
“Then go online and check your activity, man. If she’s using it, it’ll tell you where and when.”
“You’re a fucking genius, you know that?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Styxx looked irritated by the compliment.
