Page 101 of Jameson’s Salvation

“Kennedy’s not answering her phone. Can you track it?” Jameson asked McKenna.

Her brow went up and she smirked. “She’s not answering, so you want me to track her down for you?”

“Yep.”

“When was the last time you talked to her?” Nix questioned.

“A few hours. She was headed to Nature’s Choice. Then she was going to Southern States and she was supposed to call me when she was done running errands and at the grocery store.”

Jameson knew he sounded crazy, but he could feel it, Kennedy was in trouble.

“She probably ran into twenty people she knows at Southern States.” Nix shook his head. “You know how it is around here. Everyone’s nosey as shit and will have a hundred questions for her.”

Jameson had already thought about that.

“Know that,” he acknowledged his friend, then went back to McKenna. “Can you track her?”

“You’re serious?”

“Very.” The longer he stood and argued with the couple, the tighter the knot in his stomach grew. “Something doesn’t feel right. I can’t tell you what it is, but my gut is screaming at me.”

“Why the hell didn’t you lead with that, instead of coming in here sounding like a jealous stalker boyfriend?” Nix snapped.

McKenna was already tapping away on her keyboard when her hand stopped mid-stroke.

“Wait. Remember when she told us she disabled her GPS?” McKenna asked.

“No.”

Jameson had no recollection of any such conversation.

“It was the night we were talkin’ about hacking Reggie’s phone. She said something about not realizing it was so easy, and she thought she’d protected herself because she disabled her GPS.”

“Okay? So?” Jameson still didn’t remember and wasn’t sure why that mattered.

“I can’t simply track her, because her GPS is off. I have to fully access her phone.”

“So? do it.”

McKenna’s face got tight and the corners of her mouth tipped down. “I’ll do it, Jameson. But it’s a total invasion of her privacy and really intrusive. I’ll have access to everything. Not that I’ll look at anything, but I could, and she’s my friend—”

“Listen, I get you’re concerned and I hope like fuck I’m mistaken and you all can bust my balls later about being an overprotective idiot, but I’m telling you something’s wrong.”

McKenna looked to Nix and he nodded.

Jameson mentally ran down Kennedy’s plans for the day one more time then tried to recall anything that had been out of the ordinary in the last two weeks. Kennedy had gone to work with Jameson every day. They’d gone to the store together. Out to eat. They’d visited her mother. And none of those times had anyone followed them or had behaved strangely. They’d been stopped several times while they’d been out and Kennedy had been asked if she was okay, and they were happy to hear Reggie had been stopped. The questions had been nosey, but as Nix said, it was a small town, that’s what people did. No one had been overly aggressive, and in the last few days, the inquiries had seemed to stop.

No one had driven up to the Swagger Farm or had been lurking around the office.

Gossip was only as good as the next story.

People had moved on.

Gary was dead. Peyton was dead. Reggie was in jail and no one was coming to his defense because he no longer had anything to hang over people’s heads.

Or did he?

“Hey, Jonas? Nixon Swagger. Sorry to bother you but what time did Kennedy Lane leave your store?” Nixon asked into his phone, then paused. “Right. Was anyone in the store today giving her a hard time or taking a special interest in her?” Nix waited again. “Okay, thanks. Hey, one more thing, are there any cameras in your parking lot?” Nixon frowned and nodded. “No problem, and thanks for your help.”