I’m seconds from rushing out behind him when Nik says, “No, he’s gone.”
Before reaching the door, he asks, “Is she okay?”
Nik shakes her head and rushes out of the garage behind him.
“You good?” JT asks.
My hands grip the rag so tight my knuckles blanch, and I clench my teeth. “Find Adam.”
The next couple hours, I pace in the garage, wishing I could go over there. Turns out my new mantra isshe’s not my problembecause I’ve repeated that about two hundred times.
JT appears in the doorway of my office, and I stop before perching on the edge of my desk. “Did you find him?”
He shakes his head, plopping down in the chair in front of me. “He’s gone.”
“Where?”
“No clue, but we’ve looked everywhere. Phil searched Adam’s old house. He’s fled.”
I lift my head to the ceiling and run my hands over my face. “When we find him, he’s dead.”
“Have you heard from Shane?”
“No.”
JT exhales, pulling out his phone to tap out a text before slipping it back in his pocket, then sighs. “What the fuck, man.”
“Are you gonna go over there?”
He shakes his head again. “You?”
I glare at him.
“What? You gonna act like you didn’t do the same shit with her a week ago? We’re still pretending you don’t care?”
Sucking my top teeth, I stand, round the desk, and collapse into my chair. “Shut up.”
His phone dings and he mutters, “She’s okay.”
“You asked him?”
He grins, nodding. “Not that you give a shit or anything.”
I roll my eyes. “Thank you.”
No one’s heard from Shane since Adam’s ambush, and he didn’t show up for work today.
If I had to bet, I’d guess he’s with Marcus. He doesn’t get his supply from us. We only handle weed, coke, and occasionally pills, but he can get anything he wants over there.
Everyone wants to know what I know and what I’m goingto do. Shane’s an adult, and I’m not his babysitter. I could go over there and drag Shane out of the dilapidated house, but it’d cause one hell of a turf war, and in the end, he’d go crawling right back. So, my hands are tied.
But he’s been MIA for a week this time which has me worried. When he’s hiding out from everyone else, he usually at least lets me know he’s alive.
I slip into my office and flop down in my chair, rubbing my hands over my face. Someone knocks on the door.
“Hey, you okay?” Lily coos, cracking it open.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I run a hand through my hair.
