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“If anything, she took advantage of me.”
Lorcan threw the crystal bowl full of nuts at my head, narrowly missing me and landing against a wall and shattering to the carpet below.
“What the fuck?” I launched out of my chair.
“Have some fucking respect for her,” he said. “She lost her fucking husband and you let her take her anger and sadness out on you but not in the way she should have.”
“Would you have turned down a grieving widow in her time of need?” I asked him.
“Yes,” Lorcan replied. “Because she didn’t need the confusion sleeping with you would have caused her.”
“Obviously, you’re a better man than I am.”
I turned on my heel and walked out to my car, so I could try and locate her myself. Maybe I was being overly cautious but after seeing Amity’s house for sale and her business folded, I could tell she was setting herself up for something big.
No connections.
I started my car and was about to turn away when I saw the doors open and Conor come running out, Teeghan at his heel. I pushed the button to let my window down.
“What?”
“She’s not answering anything,” Teeghan said, worried. “She never ignores calls and messages. Her phone is going straight to voicemail.”
The panic I had been experiencing before returned. I picked my phone up and dialed her number. An hour ago, it hadn’t been going to voicemail. It had just been ringing out.
“Get in,” I told them. They both eagerly jumped in the car. Teeghan in the back and Conor on the passenger side.
I sped down to the cottage as fast as I could with no complaints from Conor or Teeghan. I could see her in the rearview mirror, as worried as I felt.
Nothing had better happened to her or I would personally take Amity apart, limb by limb.
As I pulled into her driveway, I noticed the door hadn’t been locked.
“Her car’s still here,” Teeghan said.
“I took her to the estate, remember,” Conor told her. He grabbed his piece out just as I pulled mine from my holster and we kicked the door in. I moved in through the small cottage, looking at the spoiled dip on the kitchen tiles, the two glasses and a bottle of wine, the bowl of chips on the middle of the table.
“She was entertaining someone,” Conor said. I looked through the bedroom but nothing had been disturbed in there.
“You know,” Teeghan said, picking up her bag and pulling her phone out. It had been shut off for lack of charging. “She and Amity went to school together.”
“Amity pretended to be her friend, probably drove her home, and then when Sloane put it together, she took her.”
I looked to Conor, and realized he was probably right. Amity had Sloane.
“Where could she go?” I asked, but it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular.
“Amity has family in Dublin.”
“She wouldn’t take her that far away. She’s using her as a pawn.”
“Go to the motor vehicles registry and try and locate her car on CCTV.”
“Why the hell would they help us?”
Teeghan cocked her head to the side as if I had just asked a very stupid question. “You think you guys are the only ones with contacts? Sloane and I both know someone who works there and he would help us if I asked him to.”
“He?” Conor and I both said in unison.
