Chapter Fifteen
Seth hunched over his laptop,looking at some surveillance footage River had taken when his phone, sitting at his elbow, pealed. He glanced down, hoping to hear from Heavenly.
Beck’s name popped up on his screen.
“Hey, Doc. What’s up?”
“Where’s Heavenly?” He sounded agitated.
Seth sat up straighter. “She’s not at the hospital?”
“No. I went down to the ER to see her once I got out of surgery. Jennifer said she left to take care of something, but she didn’t know what. I called her phone. She didn’t answer.”
He tried not to panic. “Hang on. Let me check.”
Because he had no fucking idea why she’d leave in the middle of a shift without a word to either of them.
With a stabbing finger, he launched the app to track her phone. Sure enough, it was at home. “You don’t think she took a shower or something, do you?”
“I’ve been trying for fifteen minutes.”
“Maybe she muted her phone to nap?”
“It’s not like her to leave work for sleep.”
True. Seth’s worry ticked up. He gripped the phone tighter and launched the app to track Heavenly’s necklace. If that was at home, too…
But it wasn’t. It was at least a couple of miles away from her phone. He refreshed in case the app was wonky. Nope. The pinpoint location definitely put her in the middle of a residential district that wasn’t Beck’s.
“Who do you know in Beverly Hills?”
“No one. And she doesn’t know anyone, either. She’s there?”
“According to this, yes. Hang on.” Seth pressed the button to get a full list of her day’s locations. Home, commute, hospital—all normal. Except…
“She left the hospital about an hour ago for that coffeehouse around the corner from the ER. Did she say she was going for some specialty java or meeting anyone?”
“I haven’t talked to her all day. But she never goes there, just drinks the coffee at her unit. What the fuck is going on? Something’s wrong.”
Beck was right. Seth pinged her current location. She hadn’t moved. He zoomed in to get an address, then opened his browser and searched the property records. The information that popped up shocked him. “Holy fuck.”
“What? What’s wrong?” Beck now sounded every bit as panicked as he felt.
“Why would she go to Pike’s house?”
“Pike? She doesn’t even like that motherfucker.”
“I don’t, either,” Seth muttered. “But she’s there.”
And he could only think of two reasons why—both ugly.
Beck let out a confused breath. “What the fuck?”
“Does he have any history of violence?”
“Not that I’m aware of. If he was a predator, Hammer would never let him DM at Shadows. But that cocksucker will put his dick in anything with a pussy and a pulse.”
“And we already know he’s had his eye on our girl.” Maybe Pike had lured her into a trap. To repay him for clocking the SOB back in February? Seth pounded a fist on his desk, feeling fucking caged in his office. “River is out, and I’ve got no car.”