He didn’t answer me as he rushed toward the cabin.
“Teddy!” I called, and he stopped walking, but didn’t face me, so I went to him. “Where’s your sister?”
He shrugged.
“How did you get here?”
“I took the Five bus. Can I see your bike?”
“The Five bus stops two miles from here. Did you walk the rest of the way?”
He nodded and I suddenly realized he didn’t have a jacket or gloves.
“Jesus,” I hissed. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
“Jesus!” he parroted.
I walked him back to the cabin, chucked my keys to Aero and ordered him to retrieve my bike, then grabbed a jacket someone had left here a while ago, hoping it would fit Teddy.
* * *
Wyatt
I flew into Meteor House and found Justin speaking with two uniformed officers, so I headed that way. “Have you found him?”
Justin shook his head. “Not yet. But we will.”
“Where the hell is he?” I demanded.
“This is Teddy’s sister, Wyatt Bates,” Justin said, and I turned to the police officers.
“Do you have a recent photo of your brother?” one of them asked.
I nodded, pulling out my phone, just as Sundance’s name appeared on the screen. I scowled and sent the call to voicemail before scrolling through my photos.
He called again, so I ignored it, and once I found a good picture of Teddy, I showed it to the officers, just as Sundance called for a third time.
“What?” I snapped, answering the call.
“Teddy’s here,” he said.
“What?”
“Your brother’s here, baby.”
“Bullshit. And don’t call me ‘baby.’”
“Hi, Riot!” Teddy said into the phone.
“Teddy Bear, where are you?”
“Pinball.”
“You left without telling anyone where you were going,” I admonished. “How did you get out of the building?”
“I wanted Sunny!”
“Okay, honey.” I squeezed my eyes shut. If Sundance took him to make me do something, I was going to lose my mind. “Put Sundance back on the phone.”
