"Sir?" Her tone said, 'don't fuck with me,' but I didn't fucking care.
"I'm two hours outside of down. What's going on?"
A soft sigh came through the phone, and I wanted to beat someone's face in. "She was in a minor car accident-"
Car accident?
Why wasn't she in the shop?
"She has a minor head injury-"
Three words that didn't belong together Minor-Head-Injury.
Nothing about a head injury was minor in his mind.
"She's here resting, but she wanted us to let you know."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
As soon as she hung up, I was on the phone to my Pres.
He told me he'd get someone over to the hospital to watch over her and I felt better about that.
Better but not okay.
Fucking asshole.
Whoever hit Arlys' car was a fucking asshole and he'd end up in a shallow grave somewhere if something happened to her.
I was an hour outside of town when I got another call.
This one was on my caller ID.
The computerized voice that came through my headphone said:
DIESEL
"Yeah?" I didn't have time for pleasantries.
Diesel didn't care. Which is why I liked him.
"She's not here."
"She's not... at the hospital?"
"Naw, man. We got here and the nurse is freakin' out. Arlys isn't where she was supposed to be."
"Security?"
"Not in this area. She was just here for observation so no security guys."
"Cameras?"
"We've got them looking into it now."
"Find her, Diesel."
"I know what she means to you, man. We'll find her."
