“Hmm, okay. I can start looking and see what I can find. Don’t worry, Jenna. We’ll find her and figure out what the hell is happening with the two of them. Can you tell me about the tattoo?” Cal types as Jenna describes the small rose with the wordLostwritten beneath Stevenson’s. A look flashes over Ace’s face, but he does well to right his expression. That tattoo is one we have all seen before, but it can’t be the same woman. He shifts his eyes to me before turning the laptop around, displaying the woman Jenna described to us. I grip the side of the chair until my knuckles turn white.
At about the same time I make the connection, every other member in the room does too. The space becomes deathly quiet as I feel Jenna turn in my lap.
“Yeah, that’s her! Wait… what’s wrong?” she asks as she surveys the varying expressions on the men around the room. I pull Jenna into my chest as if anticipating what is about to happen. Heavy footsteps from the back of the room make their way next to us.
“Bear?” Jenna asks curiously.
“That can’t be your friend,” Bear says in a voice that would make grown men cower, but Jenna just peers up at him with a worried expression.
“No, Bear, that’s—” Before Jenna can get out the rest of her sentence, the laptop flies across the room, shattering against the back wall.
“She’s dead! What is this? Some sick game you’re playing here?” He moves to get in front of Jenna, but I stand quickly, pulling her behind me.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl. I stare into the eyes of one of my best friends and see nothing but pain and confusion. Without turning, I keep my voice calm as I talk to Jenna.
“Jenna, that woman we just saw on the screen isn’t Jill Monroe but Macy Butler—Bear’s supposed dead wife.”
THE END.
