She rolled her eyes, and he knew that wasn’t a good sign. He studied her face, realizing this woman had done something, something bad.
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything to that bitch that she didn’t deserve.”
Cy had a very bad feeling. He was moving before he’d made a conscious decision. The bartender met his gaze, and he pausedlong enough to tell the guy that Cindy had hurt Willa, and they needed the cops and an ambulance.
He headed to the storage room, his stomach twisting tightly as worry filled him. Something was terribly wrong with Willa.
He found the light switch for the hall and flicked it on. He guessed he turned on the lights out in the bar, but he didn’t care. He had to see what had happened.
“Willa!” he called out, hoping she would answer. “Where are you?”
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Cy turned, finding that Kevlar was there and had followed him down the hall. He shook his head and pointed to the storage area.
“I can’t find Willa. I think someone did something to her.”
Kevlar was by his side in seconds. “Let’s find her.”
“She was working tonight, right?”
“Yes. She was working.”
Kevlar paused midway down the hall and put his hand on Cy’s shoulder, stopping him.
“Look.”
“What?” Cy asked, his thoughts unfocused as desperation filled him.
“Looks like a struggle.” Kevlar pointed to the door. “That cloth caught on the doorjamb. That’s the color of the shirts the waitresses wear.”
“Fuck. What happened to her?”
“Let’s search outside.”
He went out with Kevlar, anger and fear mixed, making it difficult to concentrate. Luckily, he had Kevlar with him.
Kevlar pointed to the other side of the parking lot. There was a lump on the ground, and it looked to be a human-sized lump. Was that Willa? No, too big. The closer they got, he could tell it was a guy on the ground, and he wasn’t moving.
The bartender must have taken him seriously because Cy heard sirens headed their way a few seconds later. At least they had police coming.
“What happened with that guy?” Kevlar asked.
Cy searched the lot for Willa. “Her car is still in the lot.”
“Something went down here.” They were close to the guy, and Kevlar shone his flashlight on the guy. “That’s blood. His head is bleeding.”
Panic rose. “Fuck, where is she?”
The police car pulled into the lot, and when the officers got out, Kevlar called them over.
“His girlfriend is missing. We came out here and found this guy on the ground.”
The officer held up his hand. “Hold up. Do you think the girlfriend did this?”
Cy shook his head. “No. She has a stalker. He was in custody, but got bail. Then they couldn’t find him. He did something awful to other women, not sure what. I don’t remember the name of the detective on the case, but Bree might. God, what was his name?”
