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We can hear the crunching of gravel, which I assume is Den making her way across the property.
"Rhys!" Wes snaps a finger in front of my face. "Get my phone and call George." He points across the room.
The fuck?
I want to break his damn fingers, but instead, I make my way across the room as ordered.
He’s so going to get a beating for this.
While we're waiting for Denielle to tell us something, I dial the number I can recite three different ways to Sunday. It rings and rings and eventually goes to a non-descript voicemail.
"Motherfucker!" I hit end and dial again. And again. Pick. Up. The damn phone!
"Isn’t he at that secret meet with the memory doctor?" D’s voice interrupts my internal curse crusade against my BFF.
Fuck, she’s right.
"He probably doesn’t have his phone with him," Wes chimes in.
"Thank you, Sherlock," I snap.
"Just saying." He sounds a little less smug now, but I can’t muster any remorse for my behavior. Lilly is fucking missing. A-fucking-gain!
"Oh no!" Denielle breathes into the phone.
"WHAT?" I bark, my heart instantly beating in my throat.
"The side door next to the garage is wide open," she whispers.
"Could she just be out for a walk or somewhere else on the property?" Wes tries to reason.
"I don't think so." Lilly's best friend's voice is trembling, and the saliva pooling in my mouth tells me I'm close to making a dash to the bathroom. I swallow several times before asking, "Why?" My voice sounds robotic.
"There is blood." Her response is barely audible.
I'm out the door and down the stairs before anyone can say another word. Wes is on my heels with Denielle on the phone as I push my father's office door open. It slams into the wall and bounces back, which results in me kicking it and leaving a size-twelve dent in the wood.
Dad's head jerks up. He's ready to ream me out—mouth already open—but I speak first.
"Get me on the next flight to LA!" I don't give him room for negotiation. I would get a ticket myself, but he can get me there faster with his connections.
His forehead wrinkles and he's about to say something when Wes's phone begins to vibrate in my hand. Glancing down, I recognize George's number. I answer the call before anyone else can utter another word. "SHE'S MISSING!"
Holding my father’s gaze, his entire posture goes rigid when comprehension sets in.
"What are you talking about?" George snaps to attention on his end.
"Denielle is at the house. Lilly is not there. The side door is open, and there is blood," I summarize the last several minutes while clenching my hand around the device and fighting the urge to purge my revolting stomach.
He doesn't ask me why Den is in Los Angeles. Instead, he hangs up.
What the fuck?
"George is video calling me. Hold on," D's voice comes through the speaker. Her line goes dead.
My father glowers at me with an equally worried and murderous expression. I know I'm in deep shit, but I couldn’t care less at this point.
My phone starts to vibrate in Wes’s hand, and he holds it out to me. I latch onto the device and accept the incoming video chat at the same time.
