Who would she go to for help?
My head snapped up.
“Get me the cell number for her roommate. I think her name is Natalie or Natalia or something.”
Why hadn’t I thought of this before? The roommate was her best friend. She would know everything and yet somehow, I had overlooked her completely,
“No second name?”
“No, but…” I was asking the impossible, and I knew it. But if anyone could find the impossible it was the man on the other end of the phone. “Get me everything you can, numbers, address. Hell, I want to know the last time she went to the damn dentist and what she had for dinner.”
I ended the call, throwing the phone down onto the seat next to me.
“Sir, can I get you anything?” The hostess hovered, her eyes appraising me, and it was clear she liked what she saw.
They all did. Well, everyone apart from the one woman in the world whom I wanted. That one seemed hell bent on getting as far away from me as possible.
I shook my head and then changed my mind. “Aspirin and a bottle of water.”
“Of course.” She disappeared into the front of the plane, and I went back to shooting off texts and emails.
Most I barely looked at, but one caught my attention,
It was simple. A cell phone number with the UK code at the front and an address somewhere in London.
I dialed the number. No one answered.
What time was it in London?
Not that late. I tried again, and this time someone answered me.
“Hello?”
“Hey.” I tried to keep my voice soft and friendly. “Could I speak to Sophia?”
There was a pause. “Who is this?” All friendliness had disappeared from her voice. Probably because of the accent.
“My name doesn’t matter.”
“Then I’m sorry but Sophia…”
I rolled my eyes. How was it possible that this stranger could tell me to go to hell with nothing more than her ultra polite voice and a few words?
“Look.” I sighed. “I don’t have time for this. I need to speak to Sophia.”
“She’s not here.”
“Has she been in contact with you at all? I have it on good authority that she is coming home, and I need to speak to her.”
At least I knew she hadn’t got back before me.
“I’m not giving you that information,” she snapped, her patience clearly gone. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have things to do before Lily gets back from her trip with her uncle.”
Who the hell was Lily? Maybe Nat had a child.
“Look, my name is Matteo and…”
She hissed down the phone at me like a fucking cat. “Oh, I know who you are. I know what you did. Stay the hell away from her. Haven’t you caused her enough heartache?”
