My phone vibrated with an incoming message. I stared at it, relieved to see Bree’s name pop up.Finally.
I typed a quick response, asking if I could give her a call. I needed to hear Brianna’s voice to know she was okay.
She dialed my number first. I almost dropped my phone, swiping across the screen to answer.
“Oh my God, Bree! Are you okay? Why haven’t you contacted me? I’ve been worried sick!”
“It’s a long story. My phone got stolen.”
“Oh, shit!”
“I know, right?” She sounded tired.
“Tell me you’re not in the hospital or anything.”
“I’m fine.” She didn’t sound like it. I caught the way her voice nearly cracked. “Tell me you still have all that evidence we found.”
“Yes and no. I gave the files to Agent Phillips, but I also took pics and saved them on my phone. I downloaded everything onto my laptop as a backup.”
She seemed relieved. “Good. What did Agent Phillips say?”
I burst into tears, legit bawling into the phone. The stress about my sister and this case was too much. “He’s gone, Bree. He’s missing. I can’t get ahold of him.”
“Well, fuck,” she cussed, frustrated.
I felt the same way. “Exactly. I hope he’s okay.”
If the Dirty Death MC found him, he was dead or close to it. I didn’t want to think about him hurt or suffering. Maybe he had to ditch his phone in order to track down Sadie’s kidnappers.
“Listen, things have gotten a lot more complicated. We need to meet up soon. It’s too risky to talk over the phone.”
“Okay. Let’s do it. Text me the time and place. I’ll be there,” I promised.
“I’ll be in touch. Be careful.”
“I will. You too, Bree.”
I ended the call, tossing my phone down on my bed. My stomach churned as I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying not to panic. Just because I didn’t have all the answers didn’t mean everything was hopeless.
Carson would come through. He’d find my sister. I had to believe this would end soon. There wasn’t any other choice.