He needed a drink, and for some reason, none of the expensive liquors he had stocked in the cabin seemed fitting in this moment.He wanted to get drunk enough to erase the images from his head.When he reached the bar, Prince ordered a bourbon neat, sat on a stool, and waited impatiently for the bartender to set it in front of him.Just as he was about to take a sip, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Mr.Sullivan, I hate to bother you, but I've been trying to reach Mr.Turner.He received a package, and I was hoping to give it to him when he returned this evening."
Prince looked at the box in Monroe's hand, then up at the desk manager's face."What do you mean he hasn't returned?"
"Usually, before going back to the cabin, he stops by the front desk and talks with the staff, but no one has seen him all day," Monroe admitted.
Monroe's words didn’t sit right with him.Finn had routines, and it seemed everyone who interacted with him knew that.He was predictable.Responsible.He wouldn’t just disappear.Prince's thoughts of Finn being with someone else no longer mattered.Alarm bells went off inside him, and his jealousy shifted into something far more unsettling: worry.
Could something have happened to Finn?
Prince pushed the thought away.He didn’t want to think of the worst possibilities, but it clawed its way back in.He pulled out his cellphone to call Finn, only to realize he didn’t even have Finn's number.
Why the fuck don't I have his number?
Prince silently kicked himself for being an idiot.Then, when he glanced at the package in Monroe’s hands, he noticed the name of the sender printed clearly on the label.
Bevin.
Prince didn’t second-guess himself.He dialed his son right away.
"Hey, Dad, what's up?"
"Finn.I need his number," Prince said, none too politely.
"What?Why?"
"Just give it to me," he ordered.
"Not until you tell me why you want his number."
"I think he's missing," Prince said after a few seconds, debating how much to reveal.
"Miss… missing?Dad, what the hell are you talking about?Why would you think Finn's missing?"
Growing increasingly annoyed with his son's questions, Prince growled into the phone."For fuck's sake, Bevin, just give me his damn number."
"Dad, you're scaring me," Bevin said.
The truth was, Prince was scaring himself.He had never yelled or cursed at his son since the day Bevin was born, not even when Bevin was fifteen and wrecked Prince's sports car.He had simply told Bevin that he was disappointed in his decision.
Prince closed his eyes and took a deep breath."Bevin, I don't have time to explain, but Finn has been staying with me, and I need to call him to make sure he's okay."
Bevin was quiet for a second too long, and Prince felt his annoyance spike."Let me see where he's at."
"What the hell, Bev?"
"Dad, chill.Are you sure he didn't just meet someone and is spending time getting to know them?It's about time."The last part was muttered under his breath, but Prince heard him loud and clear.
"Bevin, don't let me hurt you when I see you," Prince growled.
"Fine, fine.Let me see where he is.I can track his location."
Of course they track each other."Whatever, just get me something," Prince snapped.
"Huh, that's strange," Bevin said after a couple of minutes.
"Strange?What do you mean?"Prince straightened up, his grip tightening around the phone as he waited for Bevin to speak.
