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Then I realize I’m in Aspyn's bed.
I feel across, but her side of the bed is cold.
Yawning, I roll the comforter off and go take a leak.
Just as I’m about to go looking for her, my phone rings.
“Rock?” I hear Linc through the phone.
He’s a guy me and Jett often call for help when we need it. He’s a great tracker and an even better hacker. I asked him to do some snooping, and I hope that he’s ringing to tell me good news. Even though it looks and sounds like this Beth chick is guilty.
“Yeah, bud.”
“Sorry it’s early.”
“All good, how’s it goin’?”
“Listen. I got a friend in LA to check up with some of the people on the list you sent me.”
If I thought I knew people in low places, I underestimated Linc.
“They arrested Beth Fields yesterday. She’s Aspyn’s agent. Looks like she’s been the one sending those emails.”
“She’s not the one I’m concerned with,” he says gravely. “Sendin’ a screenshot now. Had a guy follow her friend, Tara Conway. She got on a flight to New Orleans yesterday…”
“She’s here,” I sputter. “In our apartment. What happened?”
“Fuck, Rock. Get Aspyn the fuck away from her.”
My heart begins to race, stomach sinking. “Why?” I’m already moving to pull my boxer briefs on as I run out into the apartment. It’s silent. Empty. I check both bedrooms as Linc prattles on.
Then I pull my phone back when the text comes through, and I stop to look at the images.
“What the fuck is this?”
“A shrine to your girlfriend,” he says. “I think Tara Conway is obsessed with Aspyn, and has been for a long time. This is her closet wall. She keeps it locked, though my guy didn’t find it hard to break in.”
There are pictures of Aspyn all over. Literally hundreds of pictures. Some of them just her, some of them together. Candid ones of her in the street, getting coffee by herself or driving. I stare at it in shock.
“Fuck, Linc, they’re gone. I’ve got prospects downstairs.”
“I’ll pull up the footage from surveillance and call you back.”
As soon as we hang up, I try Aspyn’s phone. It goes straight to voice message. So I dial Pipes. He was downstairs last night, along with Rodeo. He doesn’t pick up either.
I run back into the bedroom and dial Rodeo, and he picks up after two rings.
“Where are you?” I bark.
“Out front.”
“Where is Aspyn?”
“She said goodbye to her friend and went back upstairs.”
Relief floods me until I ask, “How long ago was that?”
“Uh, maybe, like, ten minutes ago.”
