“I’ll call if I find anything. You might be surprised how quickly we can track her down.”
“Fuck, I hope so because I’m about ready to lose it,” King said.
“Hang in there, King.”
King raced out of his building and gave his driver the address.
“The one we were at yesterday?”
“Yes.” It felt like it’d been forever since he’d seen her.
King tried to gather his thoughts about what he planned on saying to her. He had to stop fucking up, or he’d lose them for good.
They pulled up outside the house to find it dark inside.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Yell if you need me, sir.”
“Thank you, Stanly.”
King knocked and waited and then did it two more times. He peeked into the window by the door and saw nothing. The door wasn’t very strong, so he was able to get through it with very little effort.
He could tell right away that they were gone. The place seemed dead to him. He checked out all the rooms and found dresser drawers open or empty. All the pictures he’d seen the day before were all gone.
Goddammit.
The phone rang, pulling him from his despair. “Yes.”
“It’s me. I know where she is.”
King braced himself against the wall as relief filled him. “Where?”
“My condo uptown.”
“How?”
“She called Larkin for help, and then I got a call from Dempsey in my building to tell me about some activity going on. I’m not sure what the plan was, but we’ll find out. Let’s meet downstairs in the lobby of my building.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“I’ll wait for you,” Darian said.