He pulled it from his belt and glanced at the screen.
It was Ruby.
His stomach tightened.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” he told the paramedic before stepping away from the noise and answering. “Ruby, is everything okay?”
“I don’t know.” Ruby’s voice was tight with worry. “I’m sorry to call you, but Naomi left about an hour ago. Said she had to run a quick errand. I tried to call to ask her a question about Grace, but she’s not answering her phone. That’s not like her, and I—I have a bad feeling, Micah.”
Micah’s pulse kicked up. “Where did she go?”
“She didn’t say. Just that she’d be back in a couple of hours.” Ruby paused. “But she was acting strange.”
Micah’s mind raced.
Quick errand. Won’t answer her phone. Acting strange.
Then it clicked.
The address. Cooperstown. Gary Lee Foster. Good Boy.
“No . . .” he said under his breath.
“Micah? What is it?”
He strode back toward his SUV. “Ruby, I think I might know where she is. I’m going to go find out.”
“Micah, what’s going on?”
“I think Naomi went after Good Boy.”
Ruby sucked in a breath. “Alone?”
“I told her not to.” His jaw tightened. “But yeah. Alone.”
He ended the call as he reached his SUV and yanked the door open.
“Knox!” Micah called across the scene. “You’re in charge. Get statements, clear the road, file the report. I have to go handle another situation.”
Knox’s expression shifted from confusion to concern. “What’s going on?”
“Emergency. I’ll explain later.”
Micah didn’t wait for a response. He climbed into his SUV, started the engine, and pulled out onto the road.
