All eyes went to him.
“She hasn’t seen Mia since Saturday. Nor has Norah.”
Damn. Caleb’s stomach dropped hard, a sick lurch that left him lightheaded.Where are you?Are you okay?That was dumb. Of course, she wasn’t okay.Please be alive.He hated himself for it, but he’d take an accident over the alternative. At least accidents were survivable.
Will continued. “You know who else you might speak to is Sabrina Masters of Savory Designs. I have her number. And Dana Cole, who owns Live Oak Catering. They’re both in town and know Mia.”
“Any reason to think they matter?” Chase asked.
“Sarah said there was some professional jealousy,” Will said. “Mia picked up clients they lost. Could be nothing. But it’s worth checking.”
Caleb took the numbers. His fingers felt slightly numb. Could be motive, he thought. Or nothing at all.
He dialed Dana first. She answered on the second ring.
“I haven’t seen Mia in a while,” she said.
Caleb ended the call and immediately dialed Sabrina. Once. Twice. Voicemail.
He tried again, then set the phone down on the table, harder than he meant too.
“Sabrina isn’t answering,” he said. “And Dana says she hasn’t seen Mia in a while.”
Too smooth. Not helpful but not incriminating either.
“I’m going to stop by Sabrina’s,” Caleb said. “Then I’ll head back to Mia’s place. See if anything stands out.”
“I’ll come with you,” Titus said immediately.
“Me too,” chimed in Finn. “More eyes. Fewer misses.”
“I’ll continue tracking Roy’s movement,” said Dex. “See if the truck resurfaces.”
Caleb nodded, already moving. The three men walked out into the bright sun, which felt wrong given how dark everything suddenly was.
It didn’t take them long to reach Sabrina’s place. She lived just outside town. A car was in front of the small bungalow. The sign out front read Savory Designs.
“There’s movement inside,” Finn said.
“Wait here,” Caleb told them. “I don’t want to scare her.”
He knocked.
A tall, dark-haired woman answered. She gave him a quick, assessing look. “Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Mia,” Caleb said. “I was told you might know her.”
“Mia?” She looked surprised. “I saw her at LilyPad Confections a few days ago with Autumn Spencer. Why? Is she okay?”
“I’m hoping you can tell me.”
She frowned. “I don’t like the implication. What’s this about?”
“She’s missing,” Caleb said evenly. “And you were one of the last people to speak with her.”
“Look, I saw her a few times. We were competitors. That’s all.”
“I heard you lost some clients to her.”
