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“He’s a talented musician,” I say.
“Really? He’s never mentioned it.”
“He doesn’t mention a lot of things,” I mumble.
“True,” she says with a chuckle. “I hope to hear him play one day.”
Me too.
“Have a good night,” I say.
With a weak smile, I exit the restaurant and return to my car.
Inside, I lock the door and try to calm the rising panic.
If he’s not at work, he lied to me. If he lied to me it’s because he intended to do something stupid.
I dial Kim next. I haven’t spoken to her since the disturbing conversation with Iris, choosing to let her and her father sort out that side of things, while I sort out Tristan. Becausethatplan went so well…
She doesn’t answer, and I send her a text to call me as soon as possible. In the meantime, I pull out of the parking lot to go on the hunt for my hotheaded boyfriend.
I have no idea where to start. I don’t even know what he’s doing. With him it could be anything from starting a gang war to feeding the homeless. Since this particular stunt involved such blatant deception, I’m leaning toward the gang-war end of the spectrum.
And then, my heart stops.
The car.
No.
He wouldn’t!
My hands shake as they grip the wheel.Please be wrong.
I was already headed toward the park, since it’s near our building. That has to be where they are, and suddenly, each light feels like an eternity. Each driver in front of me must be breaking some traffic law with their sluggish pace. Why can no one drive in this city?!
I hope I’m wrong about this. I have to be, right? Tristan would never confront Pierce directly. He…
The incident in the kitchen flashes in vivid detail through my head. What had he done on my phone? I didn’t see any new messages after I got it back, so he wasn’t sending something. He was…
Looking for a number.
Pierce’s number.
No, no, no!
Panic rips through me as I make the last right onto Main. The park should be just ahead.
I pull into the lot, scanning the few cars scattered throughout. When my gaze lands on the one I was looking for, my body goes numb. There’s a familiar dent in the driver’s side door and a Salisbury Law sticker on the rear window.
