Fifteen minutes.
That’s...a...long...time.
“Look for her dad.”I repeat, and I can hear the lack of emotion in my voice.
“Want me to go down and see if they are okay?”Amy asks.“She might have her phone with her.”
Phone.
Yes.
No, shit, no!Amy can’t go down there.
“No, no, don’t go down.”I say quickly, then rub my forehead.“You need to watch the phones.”
Shit, think!
They must have done a drive by and will be asking for their money back.What a fuckup.It’s over ten minutes since pickup was scheduled, so I doubt they’ll sit around waiting for Trinity to be alone.
What can I do?
I can’t exactly go down and demand Caylee return to work and leave a teenager on her own.I also can’t invite Trinity back upstairs to wait for her dad.
Oscar is going to be fucking furious.
“Jesus, you should have seen the drama downstairs!”One of my dentists, Darren, enters reception.“Big car chase—looked like a movie scene.”
Fuck!
I run my hand through my hair, then pat it down.
Stay calm.
Stay fucking calm.
“Yeah?”I lift my brows and then force them down.“Cops?”
Thump, thump, thump.
I can barely hear my own thoughts over the sound of my heart slamming inside my chest.Fortunately, I’m a very healthy early-thirties male, so it’s unlikely I’ll have a heart attack, even though it feels like it right now.
“Nope.No police.That was the weird thing.”Darren says, shifting the Walmart shopping bag he’s holding into the other hand.“Likely gang related.”
Close.
“Did you see Caylee?”Amy asks, and my heart is in my throat waiting for his response.
Darren shakes his head.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
What have I done?
At rapid speed I run through the consequences of this enormous fuck-up.Who was following them, if not the cops?If they have Caylee, they’ll dispose of her.
By that I mean, kill her.
If it’s some undercover law enforcement and they catch them, then it would end up being traced back to me.
