“I didn’t say that.”
My phone rings, and as I look down at it, I exhale finally. “About fucking time.” Swiping the phone. “Hey, I need a favor.”
Z looks over at me, confused.
“Yeah, man.” Collins’s voice is quiet as he speaks. “What’s up?”
“I need you to track a number.”
“Eli…” Z warns from the driver’s seat, but I just wave him off as I recite Drew’s number from memory. I can see Z’s surprised look at that.
“What the fuck?” Collins whispers to him, and it’s as if I can see him standing up from his desk and walking through the station.
“What? What is it?”
A door closes through the phone, and I can only imagine he’s standing in the stairwell. “That’s Drew’s phone?”
I’m really not sure if he’s asking it as a question. “I know.”
“I thought you two…”
“We did.”
“I’m assuming you’re looking for her because she’s missing.”
“Yup.”
“Are you with him?” Collins asks.
“Yup.”
“Put me on speaker.”
Glancing over, I look at Z as I pull the phone from my ear, switching it over so Z can hear as well.
“Alright, we’re both here.”
“There are 2 pings.”
“What?” Z asks.
“Her watch.” I mutter.
“Makes sense.” He pauses. “Is there a reason she’d be here?”
“What?” we both nearly shout.
“Where’s here?” Z asks now.
“One of the pings is at her apartment, the other one is here, at the station.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Z whispers to himself.
“Who’s there?” I ask him before anyone else can start. “Anyone who has a grudge against Z.”
“Um, 95% of the force?”
I catch Z slightly laughing to himself with pride at the comment.
