She had him. Wendy Madigan had my Jonah.
I quickly called Mills back.
“Yeah?”
“Melanie Carmichael again. I need you to drop everything. Jonah is missing, and it’s most likely that he’s with this Wendy Madigan. I’ve called the police, but I want you on this. All I know is that she lives in Denver with her mother, but we need to find her. Scratch that. I don’t give a damn about her. I just need to find Jonah.”
“We’ll get on it, Doctor.”
“I don’t care what it costs. Please. Find him.” I ended the call.
Now I definitely had to call Talon.
But I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Chapter Twenty–Eight
Jonah
I opened my eyes to pastel blurs.
Where the hell was I?
I had gotten up at five a.m., showered quickly, and was filling my travel cup full of coffee when…
My mind was blank after that.
I was in a bed. A king-size bed crammed into a small bedroom. I wasn’t tied down, so I sat up.
Whoa. Really woozy.
I moved my knees over the side of the bed and stood, but my knees wouldn’t hold me. I toppled over on the floor.
Someone came rushing in. “Goodness, my love, you shouldn’t be up yet.”
I strained my eyes, but the woman in front of me was a blur. She had short hair, maybe blue eyes.
“Lie back down, Brad. You’ll be feeling better soon.”
Brad? I opened my mouth to argue with her but only garbled noises emerged.
What the hell was going on?
“I’ll be bringing in your lunch soon,” the woman said. “Once you’re feeling better, we can talk. I’ve missed you so much, Brad.” She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Brad. That was my father’s name. My father whom I didn’t know anymore.
My mind seemed to be working fine. It was my body that was having trouble catching up. What happened? Was I dreaming? Did I have a stroke? Why wasn’t my body working?
Drugs.
Someone must’ve drugged me. I had been in my kitchen, getting ready to pour coffee…
I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to remember anything beyond that moment.
Nothing came.
I patted the back pocket of my jeans for my phone.