Chapter 42
Killian
We’ve just slid into a cab when my phone buzzes. It’s Pat. “Yeah?”
In the beat of silence, the hesitation, my heart drops into my gut. I sit up in the seat, staring out the cab window, but a black tunnel is narrowing my vision. My mouth dries out. My blood pounds in my ears so hard, I barely hear him when he finally chokes out, “She’s gone.”
I grip the phone so tight, I feel the case cutting into my fingers. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I rasp out. Shay’s head whips in my direction.
“She asked the guard to get her some Tylenol from your office and then she… she slipped out when he left his post.”
He left his post? He’s a dead man. I turn to Shay.
“Call the pilot. Tell him wheels up in an hour.” Leaning back in the seat, I grind the palm of my hand into my chest. There’s a squeezing sensation that’s making it hard to pull in a breath.
Am I having a heart attack? I grit my teeth and manage to get out, “What else?”
“There’s a note left in the bedroom. Want me to read it to you?”
The pressure in my head is building like a storm behind my eyes. I dig my fingers into them. “Aye.”
He does.
And I understand why she left, why she is willingly giving herself and her daughter back to the devil. My fury is blinding. “Who gave her the note?”
“A dancer dropped it off. Veda.”
A red film obscures my vision as my blood roars through my veins. “Find her. I’ll be back in about six hours.”