She described the room they’d found it in and Asher and I took off running for it. By the time we got there, the whole group had gathered around the purse where it was discarded on the floor.
“What do we do now?” I asked Asher.
“Does anyone have any gloves?” he asked.
Stacy came through, handing him a pair. He gave them to me. “Check it. See if anything’s missing while I call Jake.”
Mindful of the slit up my dress, I knelt and put on the gloves. I opened the purse and started removing Dylan’s personal items. Since she was just borrowing the bag, she hadn’t put much in it. Panic key fob, lip gloss, mints, concealer, mascara, her phone. Wait... Dylan kept thepanic thing on her key ring. Someone had taken it off.
“Her keys,” I said, trying to process what that could mean.
Asher was talking on his phone and didn’t appear to have heard me.
“Her keys, Ash,” I said, pushing myself off the floor. Stacy hurried over to help me.
Asher paused in his conversation and looked at me. “They’re not there?” he asked.
“No. The fob is, but her keys are missing.They must have gone to the condo. Why else would they take her keys?”
“You heard that?” Asher asked into the phone. “Yeah, all right. I’ll be there soon.” He disconnected. “They’re on their way, Addie.”
Still holding Dylan’s purse, I said, “I’m coming with you.”
He shook his head and pulled me in for a quick hug. “You can’t. You still have an event to run here. You did good, Sis. You foundher. We’ve got to let the cops do their thing now.”
Then, completely contradictory to what he’d just said, he took off to go to Dylan.
With nothing else to do, I turned to Stacy and made arrangements with her to get the reward money to the staff before heading back to the auction room.
I sent up a silent prayer, pleading for Dylan’s safety.
