“Hazard. Where would he have gone to hide?”
“Hazard…” He wondered.
“Haz,” I ground out, patience frayed. “Where could he have gone?”
He shook his head. “I have no idea.”
I let out a growl.
“The only place he ever goes is work! He works all the time.”
“Where?”
“Where what?” he asked.
“Where does he work besides Neon Reef?”
It seemed to finally dawn on him that I was someone he didn’t know. His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
“A friend of Haz’s.”
“He doesn’t have friends.”
“You just said he wasyourfriend,” I stated.
“Well, I don’t know if he considers me a friend.”
“Tell me where he works right now, or I’m going cut out your tongue.”
He never said anything useful with it anyway.
“He drives for a food delivery app, the Neon Reef… but you already know that one.”
Did I mention my patience was frayed? It was practically dust. “Where else?”
“He cleans on Sunday nights at an office building.”
“Which one?”
“I-I’m not sure,” he stammered.
“What’s the last place?”
“He’s a busboy at Blue Orchid on the weekends.”
Blue Orchid?I’d burn the place down.
“You don’t know where he’d be?” I pressed again.
He sniffled. “No.”
I went to the door, then cursed and stalked back. I picked him up, ignoring his squeak, and carried him back to his apartment. There was a lot of shit littering the ground, and he wasn’t even wearing shoes or pants.
“Lock the door,” I told him, plunking him down.
“But—”
“Lock it,” I snapped and pulled it shut between us.
