Page 265 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

All that mattered was she was still in her place, and that gave her a little bit of freedom to move. At least, where John was concerned.

In her bedroom, she bent down and pulled out a shoebox from under the bed. Flipping off the top, she dug through some magazines to find the item hidden beneath. She dug out the burner cell phone John had provided, and turned the home screen on.

Instantly, her heart dropped.

There was no messages. No missed calls.

Nothing.

Today marked one entire week since John had contacted her. The last time had been the morning of the shooting—he mentioned he would be going to his therapist’s, and if he could, would call her that night.

He hadn’t called.

Not then.

Not since.

Siena was started to get worried. It wasn’t like John to break his word, and after everything that was going on between their families and on the streets, she really needed him to check in with her.

She needed to know he was okay.

Something.

Anything.

Was there a reason he went off the radar?

Siena didn’t know that, either. The last time she had spoken to Andino was weeks ago, as it seemed he no longer needed information from her, or rather, knew she would pass it through Johnathan, anyway. She didn’t know if she could get any information from him about John, either.

She dialed John’s number, and put the phone to her ear. It rang and rang, but no one picked up. She tried again, and then again. She sent a text message, and waited five minutes to see if she would get a response.

Nothing.

Her worry picked up a notch.

Her anxiety thrummed deep.

Siena glanced out her bedroom window to find the sun was still high, and bright. It wasn’t even supper time, but Darren didn’t want her out in public too much. Someone might come after her, apparently.

She didn’t think anyone was coming for her.

Siena knew better …

It was a huge risk.

She shouldn’t leave when it wasn’t even dark. Someone might see her, or follow her. It was a dumb move to make, and yet, her heart screamed louder than the warning bells ringing over and over again in her head.

Still, she sent one last text to John letting him know she was coming over, and to expect her. She kept an eye out when she left her apartment building and hailed a cab. She glanced up and watched the windows of Jason’s apartment, but never saw a single curtain move as she left the place.

It all seemed good.

She thought she was in the clear.

She didn’t see anybody …

But that didn’t mean nobody saw her.

“Your front door is unlocked.”