“Why?” His brow furrowed a little tighter.
“They wouldn’t say.” May shrugged. “I was also told I wasn’t to mention it to anyone else in the station.”
“Who is it?” Rad looked at her, confused now.
“It’s in there. I’m not spoiling the surprise.” May rolled her eyes toward the file.
He stared at her for a second longer.
“Well, all I can say is, good luck with it. And if you need my help, let me know.” May grinned. “But I am glad you’re okay.”
“Thanks.” Rad’s attention was already drawn to the folder, and he barely noticed her leaving.
He opened the file, and his eyes shot up almost at once.
“What the heck?” Rad breathed.
Clipped to the inside cover was a message slip with a phone number and one name written in May’s neat block letters.
For a moment, he just stared at it.
“Well, this can’t be good,” Rad muttered softly before he picked up the desk phone and dialed the number.
It rang a few times.
“Hello?” the voice echoed impatiently through the receiver.
“Sienna?” Rad said. “You put in a call for me, but you haven’t given any details.”
“Rad.” Sienna’s voice was filled with relief. “Thank goodness.”
His brows rose.
“What’s wrong?” Rad asked.
“I need you to get to my house now,” Sienna demanded. “Actually, right now would be good, because my mother won’t be back until tonight, and my father’s at work.” There was a pause, then she added in a lower voice, “Also, my brother’s in Miami, so now is best.”
Rad leaned back in his chair, already suspicious that this might have something to do with the bracelet.
“What’s going on, Sienna? I need a little more than that before I leave my job and come running over.” Rad waited for her answer, and then there was a bit of a pause.
“This is your job,” Sienna said with an impatient huff.
“No, my job is looking into various elements of crime,” Rad reminded her. “As your father is the police chief here, I’m sure you know that.”
“Look,” Sienna went on, her impatience growing, “I can’t tell you until you get here, and I’ve already waited an entire day.” There was another pause. Then, quieter as the desperation cracked through, she said, “Please. I need you to come here. I just can’t explain over the phone.”
That changed the tone enough to make him sit straighter.
He had heard Sienna Morrison sound irritated, superior, amused, and outright nasty in the past. Desperate was new.
“Okay. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He glanced at the clock above his office door.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” she said quickly. “Especially not my father.”
Rad frowned.
“Okay.” He promised. “I’m on my way.”
