“Nothing useful, no,” Wrath admitted. “I put Scrappy on her, though. He’ll report everything he sees and hears.”
I dragged my hand over my beard and nodded. “Thanks, brother.”
Wyatt
FRIDAY NIGHT, I walked into my condo just as my phone rang. I’d survived the week, including my encounter with Sundance, and had avoided Flick’s in an effort to protect my heart from further damage. Being so close to him had rocked me and I realized I needed to get a grip or I was going to completely lose my mind.
I checked my screen and saw that it was Justin calling, so I answered. “Hey, Dr. Hill—I mean, Justin. Is Teddy freaking out? I’m leaving in ten minutes.”
“No. He’s not freaking out. He’s gone.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“He’s missing, Wyatt. We’ve called the police and we’ve started a search, but he’s not in the building.”
I grabbed my purse and headed back out. “Did you check Sarah’s room?”
“Yes. She’s here, but Teddy’s not. We’ve checked all of his regular hiding places, and all of the locked areas.”
“How long has he been missing?”
“Not sure. After checking his normal hiding places, I made the call to phone the police, even though we’re still searching the area.”
I bit back tears. “How does a six-foot-two man just go missing, Justin?”
“I’m really sorry, Wyatt, I don’t know. We’re looking into it and I promise we’ll do everything we can to find him.”
“I’m on my way, but I’m going to expect more than lip service from you when I get there.” I hung up without letting him feed me more bullshit and made a run for my car.
* * *
Sundance
“Sundance!” Aero bellowed from the great room.
I was in the kitchen with my head in the fridge trying to figure out what I wanted to drink. “What?”
“We got a problem at the gates.”
“Deal with it,” I ordered, grabbing a beer and walking out of the room.
“It’s Wyatt’s brother.”
I frowned. “What about him?”
“He’s here and apparently totally losing his shit.”
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, setting my beer down and heading to my bike. I drove the mile down to the gates and climbed off to find Teddy pacing outside, yelling ‘Sunny’ at the top of his lungs.
“Let him in, Scrappy,” I ordered, and the gates creeped open. “Hey, Teddy.”
His head whipped to me and he grinned. “Sunny!”
“Yeah, buddy. You okay?”
He walked through the gates and nodded. “I want to play pinball.”
“Okay. Come on in outta the cold. Where’s your sister?”
