“Blake! Kim!” a woman’s voice calls, and we turn to see Kelsey jogging towards us through the sand, her cheeks flushed and her hands clenched into fists—she looks about as happy asTroy when he almost toddler-tantrum-stomped his megaphone. Other people have turned to look, too, and she cringes, lowering her voice as she stands right next to Blake and shoves a cell phone at his face.
Blake takes a step back. “Kelsey, what the—”
“It’s Aaron,” she growls. “That son of a bitch. He’s the one who leaked that video of you two.”
“What?” I’m flailing in midair for real now, trying to get a look at the phone that Blake is now holding.
“I found it on his phone after we—” She purses her lips, like she’s considering, then shrugs. “After we had sex in the wardrobe closet.”
“You found the video?” Blake looks confused. “Maybe he was just watching it.”
“No, I found all his gambling sites. Dude’s a straight-up addict, like, deep in debt. I always thought he must have been texting some girl or something, as much time as he spends staring at that thing, but no. Online poker. And he sucks at it.”
I blink. Aaron did always seem to be doing something on his phone, but that’s not super rare nowadays. “Kelsey, you got all of this from one post-sex peek at his phone?”
She smiles slyly, clearly proud of herself. “No. I had a suspicion from the one post-sex peek at his phone.The rest of it I got after I locked him in the closet and took his phone with me.”
I gape, and Blake stares at her for a minute, then shakes his head. “Okay. But do you know for sure it was him? Just gambling a lot isn’t evidence of—”
“The email! It’s right there!” Kelsey says, taking the phone back from Blake and then swearing. “Sorry, the screen went blank.” She swipes at it a few times. “But here, look! It’s the email confirming the receipt of it by this dude atStarsToday.”
Blake looks at the phone, and once again I flail to see, my gut twisting in a way that has nothing to do with the harness wrapped too tightly around it.
“Shit,” Blake says. “Yeah, it was him. God, we should have known.” He looks up at me. “He was the one who set up the damn software in the first place.”
Anger floods through me. “So we’ll go to security,” I say. “I’ll get down from this stupid harness and we’ll—”
“Wait a second,” Blake says, and his cheeks pale. “Kelsey, you were just with Aaron. But he was supposed to be watching Ivy. You didn’t see her anywhere, did you?”
Kelsey gives him a weird look. “Um, no. I definitely would not have been hooking up with Aaron with your daughter hanging around.”
Oh, shit. If Ivy’s not with Aaron . . . “Maybe she’s still in the trailer. I mean, we told her to stay there—”
Blake’s eyes cut back and forth along the bustle of crew members waiting and prepping for filming to begin again. “She wasn’t there when I checked.”
Blake was right, though. She won’t have managed to get off the set.Though if she did somehow turn into Houdini and manage it, she could be anywhere in Miami by now, and—
“What do you mean, you can’t find him?”Troy yells at a woman I’m pretty sure isTanner’s assistant. He’s not using his megaphone, but he doesn’t need to. We can all hear him. “Where the fuck did he go? Somebody find that fucking kid!”
Blake and I meet eyes, realization dawning on us both simultaneously.
Tanner is missing. Ivy is missing.
Our daughter is off with some druggie, sex-crazed older boy. Because she’s mad at us. Because she thinks he’s cute.
And no matter how wise to the ways of the world she thinks she is, she has no idea how much danger she could be in.
I can’t breathe. I can only twist in midair.
Blake looks up at me. “I’m going to find them,” he says, and all I can do is nod. He takes off at a run, and I see him grabbing crew members and giving them orders to help with the search.
“Blake, where the hell do you think you’re going?”Troy calls, but Blake storms off, a couple crew members going in different directions.
I need to get down. I need to find our daughter, too.This beach is so big, and there are so many trailers and places to hide. And ifTanner was with her, they might have been able to get off set, and oh my god, they could be anywhere, they could be—
“Kim?” Kelsey asks, her eyes wide with worry. “Should I go looking?”
“Yes,” I say. I can’t fall apart now. Ivy needs me. “You can come with me.” I turn to the stunt guy operating the crane. “Set me down right now.”
