Chapter 23
ROYCE
It takes me less than a minute to decide to track Kinsley’s phone after all my calls and messages go unanswered.
Donald told me at the front desk that he hadn’t seen her but that her usual car had been parked out front before I came in like a bat out of hell.
His words not mine.
But he’d said her usual car, and that had the hair standing on the back of my neck.
My message to Scott had gone unanswered, but it didn’t matter because I’d completely ruled him out anyway. I could account for his whereabouts when each message was received, and the guy was a douchebag, not some criminal mastermind.
I’d ignored my instincts for too long because I knew it wasn’t her ex—but it also wasn’t a stranger. It wasn’t anyone in our building or some crazed fan, which left…
Pulling up every screen available, I pore over the information in front of me, looking for what I need.
And I find it as dread settles in my stomach.
Son of a bitch.
Please let her be okay.
I nearly jump when my phone vibrates next to me, the message turning my blood to ice in my veins.
KINSLEY: {forwarded message} UNKNOWN: It’s a dangerous world out there, Baby
No.
Please, God, no.
But the map on the screen in front of me confirms what I already know.
She’s at Smoke.
And so is he.