Page 117 of Whispers of You
Grae’s phone rang for the third time before she picked up. “If you have my best friend in some sort of sexual haze and that’s why she’s late to lunch, tell her she’s being demoted.”
“G?” My voice was so raw I barely even recognized it.
Grae’s entire demeanor changed in a flash. “What’s wrong?”
“Wren isn’t with you?”
“No, I’ve been waiting at Dockside for the past fifteen minutes. I thought she was with you.”
My gut twisted in an ugly tangle of fear and rage. The camera feeds at the cabin were dead, and the backlog of video for the past two hours erased. Everything was wrong.
I tried to speak and couldn’t. How could I find the words to voice what I feared most in the world? I cleared my throat. “I can’t get ahold of her—”
“I’ll go to the cabin—”
“No,” I barked.
“Holt,” Grae whispered.
“I’m sorry, G. I just—Law is on his way there now. Until we know what’s going on, just go to the station.”
I didn’t want Grae anywhere near this if it ended up being my worst nightmare come to life.
“Holt—”
“Please, Grae. Just go to the station.”
“Okay.” She was quiet for a moment. “Call me the second you find her. And tell her I’m really freaking pissed she missed our lunch. And that she owes me two viewings ofLittle Womenand at least three desserts.”
I wanted to smile and give my sister the chuckle I knew she was trying for, but I couldn’t get there. “I’ll tell her.”
Grae didn’t say anything, but she didn’t hang up either.
“Go to the station.”
“I’m going.”
I hung up. I couldn’t even find it in me to say goodbye.
Nash sent a quick look in my direction before taking a sharp curve like a Nascar driver. “G hasn’t seen her?”
I swallowed, trying desperately to clear the lump in my throat. “No. She never showed at Dockside.”
Dad leaned forward and squeezed my arm. “I’m sure there’s an explanation—”
My phone ringing cut off his words. Lawson’s name flashed on the screen.
“Do you have her?” I clipped.
“She’s not here.”
I cursed. “What do you see?”
“Someone’s been here. The hub for all your cameras and security system is smashed to hell.”
My pulse pounded in my neck. Wren was okay. She had to be. I would know if she weren’t. I would feel it. She was still on this planet. Still breathing.
“They would’ve needed access to her phone to erase the video.” Even I could recognize the robotic air to my voice.
