LEWIS:That’s the second time you’ve stood me up this week, Hitman.
I hit dial and the phone rings out. When I reach her voicemail, I hang up.
I slip behind the wheel and hit up the campus parking lots; my eyes peeled for a glimpse of her Pontiac.Nada.I switch strategies, this time heading for RJ’s shop, and I don’t give a shit if she’s busy—I’ll drag her into this car myself, if that’s what it takes.
Pulling up outside the garage, the first thing I notice is her car is gone. I head up the stairs and hammer on her bedroom door, before circling back to the main entrance.
Nobody home.
I sigh. I was expecting to bump into Raven at least, but it seems like the entire Hitman family has gone underground. Did they go on vacation, or something? I frown. I’m guessing Amy would’ve told me.
Wouldn’t she?
I think back to all the times I forgot to keep her in the loop and wince. I officially suck. A wave of guilt crashes over me.
I traipse back down to the shop, where RJ is busy painting a car door, lifting his mask away when he spots me.
“How’s it going, kid?”
“Looking for Amy—seen her around?”
“Saw her leave for class this morning.”
“She doing okay?”
He tugs his mask off and thinks for a moment. “As well as a Hitman ever can.” He eyes me warily. “Something wrong?”
I shake my head. “Guess I must’ve missed her on campus.”
“You see her, tell her those tires need changing, will you? They’re bugging me.”
“Sure thing.”
I race back to campus, pulling in to find the Campus Drivers hanging with Lois and Carrie.
“All good, Conley?” Don holds out a fist.
I glance around the parking lot. “Anyone seen Amy, lately?”
The guys shake their heads, so I turn to the girls.
“Carrie? Lois?”
Did they just exchange glances?I hate when they do that.
“Nope, haven’t seen her,” Carrie pipes up. “Why?”
“Just looking for her, that’s all.”
“When did you last see her?” Lois asks.
“Last week, before tryouts. We were supposed to hang out when I got back from Atlanta, but my flight was delayed. She was gone by the time I got home.” I frown. “The next day, she didn’t answer her phone, and she’s basically been ghosting me since then.”
“When’s your next session?” Don asks.
“Thirty minutes ago. She canceled yesterday, and now she just stood me up. I tried calling her—voicemail again.”
“Maybe she’s sick,” Adam offers.
