“I’ll call Smiley,” Kevlar said.
The officer bent and made sure the guy was still breathing. Cy glanced around, trying to figure out what had happened to Willa. There was no way she’d done this and then run off.
Kevlar was back next to him and off the phone. “It’s Riser. Detective Riser.”
“I’ll give him a call.” The officer stepped away as the EMTs arrived. Cy turned and spied Cindy watching the spectacle.
He moved to the officer and pointed out Cindy. “That woman. She knows something about this.”
Cindy started to turn away, but the bartender was there and grabbed her arm. She tried to get free, but the cops had her before she could get away.
“What did you do?” Cy asked.
Cindy shook her head. “Nothing. He was just going to teach her a lesson.”
Anger whipped through Cy. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
The officer put cuffs on Cindy and started reading her rights. Panic filled her face as she realized she was being arrested.
Cy didn’t think she knew where Willa was, but from the panic in her eyes, he had an idea that the jerk who had taken her out of the bar was going to do more than teach Willa a lesson.
Had Robert inadvertently saved her? And if so, where had he taken her?
Cy needed to find Willa, but where to look? They didn’t know where Robert was hiding out. The task of finding her would be near impossible. He had no idea where to look or what to do. He needed help.
32
Cy sent a text to Thario, breaking down what had happened. His phone rang seconds later. It was Thario.
“Hey, I’m still up. I see we have an emergency. I’m searching for Robert’s location. He’s probably at a shitty motel, and there are plenty around there.”
“Fuck.”
“Who is with you?”
“Kevlar. The cops.”
“Give me a few minutes. Calla is looking at traffic cameras.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll send a text when we find her.”
“Thank you.”
The call ended, and he stared at his phone, wondering what else he could do. He should have put a tracker on her phone.
With her history of Robert stalking her, he hadn’t wanted to freak her out. Now he wished he’d just done it.
“What are you thinking?” Kevlar asked.
“That I should have put a tracker on her phone. I have no idea where she is.”
“Send a text to your team. They’ll want to know.”
He nodded as he pulled up his texting application and sent a note to their group chat. Seconds later, his phone pinged. The guys were all coming down. They were going to help him search for her.
