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Comet is closed, doesn’t open for a few more hours, but cars are parked in the employee lot. And if the cops won’t get us any fucking answers, I will.
I pound my fist again.
Finally, it opens.
“Forget your key?” the man asks before he realizes I’m not a fellow employee.
Before he can slam the door in my face, I stick my foot out, keeping it open. “I need to talk to someone.”
“Look, kid, if you lost something, you gotta wait till we’re open. Then you can check the lost and found.”
The darkness that’s been bubbling inside me since I first heard my mom’s worried voice expands. Filling more of my soul.
I shove the guy back.
Surprise is the only reason I get him to move. He’s got fifty pounds and twenty years on me, but he still stumbles.
Then he rights himself and pushes me in the chest. “I’ll fucking end you, you little shit. Get the fuck out.”
I shove his hands away. “I’m not leaving until I talk to someone.”
The man steps into my space. “You rich pricks think you can do whatever the fuck you want.” This time when he pushes me, he pushes me hard, and I clip my shoulder on the edge of the shelving unit next to the doorway.
He probably saw my car parked outside the door. Saw the luxury model and figured I’m here because I’m just another spoiled shit trying to get his way.
“My sister was taken!”
I shout it.
I shout it with all the rage and worry and anguish inside me.
“Someone here saw it!” Heat fills my eyes.
But I don’t care. I don’t care if he sees me cry. I don’t care if he punches me. If he breaks all my bones. Nothing will stop me from finding Freya.
The man freezes, his eyes widening, before they flicker away and back.
He knows something.
“Who?” I hiss, stepping into his space. “Who has her?”
His head is shaking before I finish asking. “I don’t know anything about any girl.”
He’s lying.
I grab for his shirt, but he swats my hands away.
“Tell me!” My voice breaks. “She’s only eighteen.”
“Just like I told the cops, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” He raises his voice, and something about it is off. Like he’s doing it for someone else, not me. “You need to go.”
My breaths are coming heavier now.
“Who?” I whisper.
“Out. Now.” He’s still talking loudly, pushing me backward toward the door. Then his voice drops to a whisper, just like mine. “Marcoux.”
I step out into the daylight, and the door slams shut in front of me.
