“Why…?”
“For fuck’s sake, Tony! Harlow and I are dating! Understand?! Good! Now, fucking track his ass down!”
Tony made a groaning sound. “You two are such a headache.”
“Tony! Track him down!”
“Before you go crazy fucking stalker on his ass, let me check where his Jeep is.”
“You have a tracker in his car?!” Foxx hissed.
“Don’t get huffy, he knows about it. His Jeep got stolen once during a hunt, and it’s been in there ever since.”
“Of course it has,” he deadpanned.
Foxx heard typing, a pause in noise and then even more typing.
“Ah…I know where he’s at. Likely, the appointment just ran over.”
Yeah, nope, Foxx didn’t buy it. His gut was telling him to find Harlow, so that was what he was going to do.
“You know what appointment he was going to?”
“I know who he’s seeing.”
“Well, I know nothing about it, but what I do know is that something is wrong. So again, turn on the personal tracker.”
“Foxx…he’s fine.”
“He’s not. He’s not answering. He always answers, no matter where he is or what he’s doing—whether he is in the middle of taking a shit, fucking, or offing someone. Therefore, something is wrong.”
“If I give you the damn address so you can see that I’m right, will you let it go?”
Foxx ground his teeth before huffing. “Fine! Give me the damn address!”
* * *
Foxx arrivedat the address Tony had given him as quickly as he could without getting pulled over. Turning into the lot, he glanced around, looking for Harlow’s Jeep, his shoulders tensing as he spotted it on the far right, next to what looked like a forested area.
Parking a few rows over, he grabbed his phone and Harlow’s extra set of keys, dropping both into his front dungaree pocket before jumping out. Foxx kept his eyes and ears open while he approached the vehicle. On finding no one nearby ready to attack him, he tried the door.
When it opened, his breath caught in his throat. Harlow…would never leave his Jeep unlocked. The weapons he kept inside it alone ensured that. Pulse thudding in his ears, when his vision started to narrow, darkness encroaching along the edges, Foxx closed the door and took an unsteady step back.
His head swam as his breathing became faster and more erratic with each second. When his vision started to shrink more and more, Foxx screamed, “NO!”
He didn’t have time for this! Foxx forced himself to take a slow, deep breath. Sweat formed on his brow, and was dripping down by the time he managed to force the panic back.
Swallowing hard, breathing heavy but no longer panicked, Foxx pulled out his phone and tried Harlow’s again.
He spun around when the ringing started. Just a few feet away on the ground, laid the man’s flip phone.
Ending the call, he pocketed his own, almost stumbling in his rush to pick it up.
Opening it, Foxx eyed the cracked screen with a frown. It took a moment before he remembered how to navigate on it, but eventually got to the call log.
His lip trembled at the repeated missed calls fromMy Brat. Harlow…had even claimed him in his phone. Shoving down the swelling emotions and worry, he scrolled, frowning at the calls that were missed before his.
There were several from someone who Harlow had nicknamed,Nosy Fucker, and also one outgoing to the same person from last night. Besides those, there was one more incoming call between the time Harlow started to miss calls and the last one he made, from Racheal BMW. The call only lasted a minute, but it was around the time Harlow likely would have arrived here. Unless this wasn’t where he’d initially been going? He hesitated and then decided to disregard the likely unimportant call and calledNosy Fucker.
