Chapter 38
Thirty-Eight
NORTH
Icould hear my heart. It felt like it was inside my throat, banging like fuck in there. “I’m telling you, something is wrong.”
“Dad, I agree. Aria would never take off like this and not pick up her phone. She’d find a way to contact us,” Allegra said, her young face tight with worry on my phone screen.
When Aria didn’t arrive in Century City six hours ago, I’d tried calling her only for it to go straight to voicemail. Two hours passed, and I was growing frantic, so I returned to the Malibu house in case she’d returned home for some reason. The rental wasn’t at the house, and neither was Aria.
“We should call the police,” I bit out.
Wesley scowled, worry pinching his brow. “While I agree something isn’t right, I think it’s too soon for the police. Aria’s rental could have broken down somewhere, we just don’t know.”
Chiara’s face suddenly appeared on my screen in between her husband and daughter. “Why don’t you try that cell thing where you can find someone by tracing their phone?”
Fuck. Why hadn’t I thought of that? “How do I do that?”
“Oh, oh, I know!” Allegra hurried out of frame, but I could still hear her voice. “You can track a cell through the phone number!”
Under normal circumstances, I’d find that horrifying. “Really?”
“I’m just getting”—Allegra’s voice grew nearer until she was back on screen—“my phone. Give me a second.”
We all waited impatiently until her face lit up. “Got her!” She showed me a map on her phone screen. A red pinpoint hovered in a certain spot, but I couldn’t make out an exact location.
“Can you zoom in?”
“Sure.” She zoomed in and frowned. “It looks like she’s parked on the Santa Monica Freeway.” Allegra frowned as she looked at me. “That can’t be right.”
Fear churned in my gut. “I’ll check it out. Is there anyone you can think of … who would”—I could barely think it or about the possibilities—“who would want to hurt Aria?”
Chiara clung to her husband. “No, I …”
Wesley shook his head, expression grave. He looked at his youngest daughter. “Allegra?”
She bit her lip, frowning in thought. “Well, there is one person, but … there’s no way …”
I snapped, “Allegra, who is it?”
“Ari’s ex-friend, Caitlyn Branch. I told Ari at the time that I didn’t think her behavior was appropriate. It was like she was trying to take over Ari’s life. You know, the whole cliché single-white-female thing.”
“How does that make her a threat?” Wesley asked.
Allegra shrugged. “I’m not sure it does, but she’s been emailing Aria constantly since she left LA. And she’s been coming around this coffee shop at my school to talk to me. I’ve told her to back off, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. She … seems a little delusional.”
“Unstable?” Wesley pressed.
“I hate to use that word, but … yeah.”
“Why didn’t Aria tell me about this?”
“I think she thought Caitlyn was harmless. She could be still.”
“Enough,” I cut in. “Send me the link to that map, Allegra. I’m going to follow her phone. While I’m doing that, you look into this Caitlyn Branch person.” I glared at Wesley. “And I don’t care about goddamn privacy. If I don’t find Aria with her phone, we are calling the police.”
Aria’s father nodded. “Take my car. The keys are in a lockbox in the garage. Code is 5478.”
“The fact that you’re letting him drive your Aston Martin scares the shit out of me.” Allegra looked ready to be sick. “Please find her, North. Please.”
I nodded abruptly and hung up.
Adrenaline pumped through me as I hurried through the mansion. The garage sat on the part of the mountain that faced out toward the road. I didn’t even process the dark red Aston Martin other than to be grateful for the way it hugged corners as I sped toward LA.