He left the room, locking the door behind him. What was he going to do?
Shit.
16
Jared answered his phone with a frown. Who would be calling from an unknown number?
“Yes?” he asked.
“Bartolli! Where is she? Did you take her?”
He frowned. “Who is this?”
“Where is Angie?” the voice boomed.
Jared sat up straight.
Angie was missing?
How the fuck could she be missing?
“What do you mean where is Angie?” he snapped. “She’s supposed to be with you.”
“If you’ve taken her, Bartolli, I am going to rain hell down on you. They will not be able to find all of the pieces to put you back-the-fuck-together. Do you understand me?”
“What do you mean she is missing?” Jared asked icily. “You are meant to be taking care of her.”
“I am going to fucking kill you!”
“Zander, give me the phone!” a woman said.
“Keira, baby, what are you doing up? You’re supposed to be in bed.”
Zander’s voice changed as he spoke to his wife. It became soft, cajoling.
“Like I can sleep while my sister is missing. Let me talk to Jared.”
“No. You don’t need the stress.”
“Zander! Let me talk to him. You’re getting nowhere with him.”
There were some whispers and then a sigh.
“Bartolli, you’re on speaker with both of us,” Zander said.
Good. Finally, someone reasonable to deal with.
“Keira,” he said. “Angie is missing?”
He tried to rein in his anger and worry.
“Yes, you don’t know anything about it?” Keira asked.
“Of course not. Why would I?”
Keira sighed. “Shit. It’s nothing against you, but she’s missing and we don’t know where she’s gone. All of the cameras went offline and her phone was turned off. We don’t know where she is.”
“When did this happen? How? Isn’t Zander’s place locked down tight?” he asked.
