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Tobias stood from his seat. “Libby, do you know something about Joanna?”
She nodded her head. “She’s been staying with me, actually. She just didn’t want me to say anything to you guys about it. When I last saw her, she told me that she was going to call you.” Libby turned her gaze back to me. “She said she was inviting you over to talk. That was last night.”
I shook my head. “She never called me,” I said, the blood in my veins seeming to turn cold right on the spot.
Libby ran a hand through her hair. “Something’s wrong. I’ve been trying to call Joanna for a few hours now, but she’s not answering. I haven’t been back to my place. I stayed out last night with my cousin, and just left for work from there. I thought I was giving you guys some privacy at my place…to talk and…work things out. But now it seems like she’s not there, and hasn’t been there for a while. Not long ago, I saw that I had a message from my alarm system company reporting a broken window at my place…”
“I’m calling the police,” Tobias said, rushing to his office phone.
“Libby, what’s your address?” I asked, grabbing my cell phone and heading for the door.
*
I couldn’t remember ever feeling so afraid in my life as I hurried to Libby’s house. The emotions that had been running through me all morning were too much to handle. First, I’d merely been concerned, although that concern had been steadily rising. Then when Libby admitted Joanna had been staying with her, there had been a brief moment of relief.
But to find out the whole story, that Libby hadn’t been home, a window was broken, and Joanna had become unresponsive to even Libby’s calls, that was when ice cold fear seized me and refused to relent.
I sped down the highway, my only thoughts being of getting to Libby’s house and praying that Joanna was there, unharmed.
“You call me immediately when you get there,” Tobias had said as I ran out the building. He’d called the police, giving them Libby’s address. He was staying behind to meet with other detectives, show them her picture and fill out a report.
“I will. I promise,” I told him.
Now I could only hope that I would have good news to tell him when I got there.
Turning off the highway, following closely behind Libby’s car, I knew I had reached the right block when I saw the ambulance and police vehicles parked along the street. My heart practically dropped to my toes.
I hastily parked right behind Libby, and both of us leapt out of our respective cars, racing toward Libby’s house.
“Hey! Hey!” several police officers called after us. They hurried over, blocking our paths.
“I live here!” Libby shouted. “I live here! My friend was staying here! Is everything okay? Is she okay?”
“Calm down, ma’am,” one of the officers said.
“Where is she? Where’s the woman who was staying here?!” I demanded.
“And who are you, sir?” another officer said, stepping over, while the other proceeded to speak with Libby.
“I’m…I’m looking for the woman who was here…I…” But then my eyes landed on the ambulance truck. In the back of it, I saw a headful of curly hair that I instantly recognized as Joanna’s.
“Sir! Come back, sir!” the officer yelled after me, but I paid him no mind as I rushed toward the ambulance.
“Joanna!” I yelled.
At the sound of my voice, she raised her head. “Anderson?” she said weakly.
My stomach turned with nausea. Her face and arms were bruised and full of scratches.
“Hold on, sir. Are you family?” an EMT said, stopping me just before I could get to Joanna.
“Yes,” Joanna answered for me. “He is. Let him through.”
The EMT reluctantly stepped aside, and I wasted no time scooping Joanna into my arms. Her body shook as she sobbed into my shoulder.
“Who did this to you? What happened?” I asked.
“It was Zander,” she said. “My ex. He found me.”
