I settled on the floor next to the beanbag. The house was quiet. Deceptively so.
My phone was in my backpack… in Nate’s car.
I didn’t know what time it was, but Rafferty expected me to be back by two.
My eyes closed and I exhaled. I hated that he was probably freaking out right now.
There was carpet on the floor, but it was threadbare. My butt began to ache in no time. I decided to shift over to the beanbag. Even if it was hard to get out of it, I figured it was better than being a sitting duck on the bed. As I sat there, willing my mind not to race, I somehow fell asleep.
Chapter twenty-two
Last Thing I Want to Do
Rafferty
“Wherethefuckisshe?” I hissed to myself.
This had to be what paranoia felt like. I hadn’t taken a college class before, maybe the first session ran late.
Deep down, I knew that was bullshit.
I glanced at my phone again. It was three-thirty. I’d texted her forty-five minutes ago.
No response.
Even if she were running late, normally she’d respond.
Something was wrong. I grabbed my phone and hit Beast’s number.
“Yo, Raff.”
“Hey, Lex should have come home by now. It’s been two hours since her class let out.”
“Are you sure she didn’t have somewhere else to be? A shift with that dentist she mentioned?”
I clenched a fist to stay calm. “She didn’t mention it and she hasn’t responded to my texts.”
“I’m guessing you don’t know where Porter lives.”
My brows drew together. That was a possibility I hadn’t considered. Didn’twantto consider. “No. My gut says the Twenty-sixers have her.”
“Raff…” Beast drawled, and lapsed into silence. Then he said, “That’s a stretch.”
“Is it? We got drugs, money, and a roommate who’s dead.”
“You can’t assume it’s them. Besides, how would they know where to find her? There’s a shitload of buildings on that campus with classrooms and labs in almost every building.”
That argument held merit, but it worked both ways. “How would Porter know where to find her?”
Beast’s chuckle held no humor. “He knows where she lives. Could have followed her to campus and waited. Hell, you don’t know she made ittoclass. Call the cops.”
My stomach lurched at those words.
“That’s the last thing I want to do.”
“Hang on, I’m at the clubhouse and Cal just walked in. Let me tell him what’s going down.”
Scratchy sounds came over the line as though the phone had shifted hands.
