“But right now, I’m compromised. It’s a case I should give to someone else to work on because I’m too close to it. I have only emotional judgment and no ability to be rational.”
“It’s good exercise,” Maizie said. “It’s cold outside, and you could slip on the ice.”
Kenna glanced at her young friend, but Maizie wasn’t looking at her. She was worried Kenna would slip, Kenna was worried about Maizie’s privacy, and Jax was worried about all of them.
Kenna leaned over the table and swiped on her phone, looking up Bible verses about worry. Turned out there were a few. Too many to choose from right now. No wonder peopletended to worry. Did saying “just don’t” really work? Maybe. It seemed simple. God had a logical idea for how to deal with it.
Think about good things.
Prayer. So her mind could dwell on Him and the fact that, with her life yielded to Him, it meant He was in control of what happened. He was sovereign over her life.Lord, help them.
“Jax should be back soon.”
Kenna shot Maizie a smile. “I don’t need him. I’m a strong, independent woman. I’m not sitting at home, waiting for him to show up just so that I can feel better. Thank you very?—”
The door swung open.
She watched him enter. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.”
Maizie tipped her head back and started laughing.
Jax frowned. “What?”
“I have no idea.” Kenna slid her arms over his shoulders and linked her fingers behind his neck. “How was your day?”
He kissed her, a smile tugging at his lips. “I wish it had been more fruitful, but there’s still time.” He kissed her again, then unzipped his jacket one handed and pulled off his beanie. Both were tossed on the bed before he came back down the hall putting his sling back on. “Anything from Ellayna?”
Kenna shook her head. “Not since that first message.”
Her stomach clenched just thinking about it, giving her a sinking feeling in her chest that she didn’t like. They could be dead. She might never find them.
Because she had missed the call.
Not to mention the questions of where on earth Ellayna and her mother and brother were and how the girl had managed to call Kenna from someone else’s phone.
“They’re clearly in trouble, though.” Kenna bit her lip. Jax touched her shoulder, and she leaned into his strength for amoment, then said, “Maizie is going to tell me as soon as the phone is turned back on.”
“If she’s purposely saving the battery, that’s a good thing. Wherever she is, she knows to call you because you’ll help her.” Jax pulled out his phone, which was ringing. “It’s Ryson.”
He slid a finger across the screen, then put it on speaker. “Hey, it’s me. You’ve got Kenna and Maizie, too.”
“Good,” Ryson said. “A couple of patrol officers found Wallace Lofton’s car. They’re sitting on the street, waiting for us.”
“I’m on my way. Just text me where.”
Kenna leaned over. “I’m coming, too.”
Jax didn’t argue, thankfully. “We’ll be there.” He hung up the phone. “You sure? Or are you just stir crazy?”
“I want to find this guy. I can wait in the car if I need to.”
He nodded. “I picked up the car on my way back. Preston is returning the replacement.”
“Great.” Kenna figured they didn’t need to talk more if it was settled. At least, not until she got in the car.
As Jax pulled out, she asked, “Where’s Zeyla at? Someone really should be with Maizie.”
