“I’ve got to go,” I mumbled.
“Right, right,” Diarmuid said. “We’ll talk more later about what this will do to her probation.”
“Sure.”
“You’ve given me some relief at least.”
“Yep.”
There was no relief for me, I knew that. I did not deserve any relief. I knew that, too.
I hung up the phone. When I glanced over at Rian and Mason, I saw anger. I saw fear.
“What did you do?” Rian asked, accusation in his strained voice.
I almost couldn’t get the words out. It felt like there were fingers around my throat.
“Aurnia,” I finally said, their eyes boring holes in me. “She’s missing.”
We left the office immediately. No one had to say a word further. The loan could wait. Dublin Ink could burn.
There was only Aurnia.