Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Looking up and down the sidewalk, I wonder where the fuck she could have gone. Except for a small hardware store and Blue’s, all the shops are closed for the night.
“Where the fuck could she be?” I mutter more to myself.
“I don’t know but, I’m going to run over and check the hardware store.”
I watch him jog off while I walk over to her rental; the doors are locked, and nothing is left inside. Walking to my truck, I debate calling Amy. I don’t want her to worry, but I also don’t know who else to fucking call who might know how to get ahold of her.
Fuck.
Pressing call, I swing the door open and slide in behind the steering wheel as the phone rings.
“Hey, is everything okay?” she asks on the third ring.
“I’m trying to get ahold of Olivia, but she’s not picking up, and she’s not at Blue’s.”
“What?” she asks, and I instantly hate the concern in her tone.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” I reassure her. “Cobi called me about thirty minutes ago and told me that they picked up Jack. I’m just trying to get ahold of Olivia.”
“I… We’ll, I left her with all the girls when Kourtney showed up. She said she would just have Kourtney follow her home since they were going to the same place.”
“Do you have any of their numbers?”
“I have Kourtney’s, I think. Give me a second.” The phone goes quiet. “I sent you it.”
“Thanks, Amy,” I say as my phone beeps.
“Call me back if you can’t get ahold of Kourtney.”
“I will.” I hang up with her, then look over when the passenger door is opened.
“She’s not there,” Liam says, getting back into his seat.
“Your mom just sent me Kourtney’s number.” I hand him my cell. “Call her for me. Apparently, she was going to follow Olivia home.” I take off toward home, wanting to retrace the only steps I know they’d take.
“It went right to voicemail,” he tells me, and my hands tighten around the steering wheel.
“What do you know about Kourtney?”
“Nothing much. I never had much contact with her. I know that her parents used to live around here, but they both moved away. She had a sister, but I think she died when Olivia and Kourtney were in middle school. She was a couple of years younger.”
“Fuck,” I bite out when I get back to my block and see that Olivia still isn’t home. There is no way she’d be able to park in the garage with Liam blocking her.
“It’s okay. Maybe they went to the store or stopped somewhere.”
“Maybe.” I put my truck in park and try to calm my nerves. “But why isn’t she answering her phone, and why isn’t Kourtney answering hers?”
“You know Jack was arrested.”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I know for sure that he’s the one who was fucking with Olivia.” I scrub my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots. I don’t want to overreact, but something isn’t right. I feel it in my gut.
“Mom’s calling,” Liam says, and I drag in a breath while I take my cell from him.
“Amy,” I answer.
“Did you get ahold of her?”
“No, not yet.” I stare out the windshield. “What do you know about Kourtney?”
“I don’t know. She and Olivia were friends, but Kourtney has always kind of kept her distance from Scott and me. Her parents lived out of town near that big water tower on Burkitt, and I think they still own the property, but someone else rents it from them,” she says, then it sounds like the phone is shuffled.
“Bax,” Scott says, and my gut twists. “Tell me what’s going on?”
“I’m not sure. I can’t get ahold of Olivia, and Kourtney’s not picking up either.”
“Where are you?”
“Parked in front of my house. We checked the bar the girls were supposed to be, and they weren’t there. I think I’m going to go drive around some of the backroads and see if I come across her or Kourtney.”
“I’ll do the same,” he mutters. “Call Liam and tell him to hit the road.”
“He’s with me now.”
“Tell him to get in his truck. The more ground we cover, the better.”
“Right.”
“We’ll find her.”
There is no other fucking option. “Yeah, I’ll call you.” I hang up and look over at Liam as he pushes his door open.
“If you find her first, call me.”
“Will do.” I wait until he slams the door before I take off, dialing my dad.
“What’s up, kid?”
“Olivia is missing. I can’t get ahold of her or the friend she was with.”
“I just talked to Cobi.”
“I know, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s fucking missing.”
“Alright, let me get dressed. I’ll make some phone calls and get on the road. What kind of car does she have?”
“She’s not in her car. I think she might be with Kourtney. She drives a black BMW x5.”