29. Rhodes
29
Rhodes
P aige!” I scream again even though the line has been disconnected.
My entire body lights up with awareness and buckets of adrenaline. The kind that has you lifting full-size cars off someone in an accident. Everything collides: the questions, the lack of answers, the fear roiling in my gut uncomfortably.
I dial Amber for no other reason than to confirm what I already know.
When she answers, she can barely get a word in. “Hello—”
“Paige is in danger,” I state, rushing to my closet to get a bag. “She called while waiting in a bison crossing—”
“You know how weird that sounds, right?”
“Just listen!” I grind out through a clenched jaw. “The bison got closer, and she started screaming, and asking me to help her, but the line went dead. Something’s wrong, and I’m going to find her. I need you to call the ranger station and see if they found anyone with her description. Check the news. Call the hospital.”
“Holy shit. Rhodes, what are you going to do—”
“I’m going to find her.” I cut her off and hang up.
I don’t even know what I’ve thrown into my bag; I just know it’s packed, and I have to struggle to close the zipper. It’s only eleven in the morning, and I have no idea if I can get a flight this last minute to Bozeman, but I pull up my app while snatching my keys and walking out the door.
I can’t even remember if I locked it.