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Voicemail.
He didn’t bother leaving a message. Texted her.
Waited.
Nothing.
“Come on, Ari. Don’t do this to me.”
He raced back up to the bedroom, threw on some jeans, shoved a ball cap over his messy hair, raced outside to his car, and made his way to the gate.
The security guard waved him to go through.
Damon stopped anyway. “Do you know what time my wife left?”
“An hour ago? It was pretty early. Right after that Walker guy left.”
“She followed Boone out?”
The guard shrugged. “Can’t speak to her motives. But she did leave just after him.”
Damon knew her motivation.
As he pulled out of the neighborhood, Damon called Ariana.
Voicemail again.
At a stoplight, he texted her.
The chances of him finding her were slim to none. She could’ve gone anywhere, taken any turn. But that wouldn’t stop him from looking. The town wasn’t that big.
Unless she’d followed Boone to the place where he worked. That actually made sense. He was a workaholic. Rita complained about his early mornings and late nights. That was a big part of the reason she opened the bar and grill — it not only got her mind off her marriage, it also gave her the social interactions she needed.
Damon struggled to think of what company Boone worked for. Could only remember the company developed apps, and that Boone was a big shot there. An executive or something.
If only Damon had paid more attention to his neighbor’s ramblings.
Ariana could be in his building at this very moment. She was bold enough to confront him alone in his own territory. And with Rita missing, she was less likely to be concerned about her own well-being.
He would kill the man if he so much as touched Ari.
Damon squeezed the steering wheel. Focused on the road.
Boone wouldn’t be that stupid. Plus, Ariana had taken years of martial arts and other self-defense classes. Her dad was a cop and had taught her everything he knew to keep her safe. She could probably do more damage to Boone than he could inflict on her.
Maybe. Who knew what kind of training — or weapons — Boone had?
His phone alerted him of an incoming text.
Ariana.
Didn’t expect you to be up so early. I’m fine. Be home soon. Sorry to worry you!
She didn’t want to worry him?
He called her.
Voicemail again.
Damon returned her text, asking where she was.
She repeated that she’d be home soon. Nothing more.
He pulled over, hardly able to focus on driving. Then he texted her a message that was sure to get her attention.
Why are you following Boone?
