“Missing how?”
“She left the building twenty minutes ago and disappeared.” I grab my jacket, then stop. Something’s nags at me. “Wait.”
I put Manino on speaker and shoot off a text to Connor. She was heading to his place for dinner when we were out on Long Island. Maybe she said something to him.
Did you have dinner with Tierney?
When Connor doesn’t respond right away, my chest tightens. Fuck. Could she have come in here and overheard our conversation?
“Pull up the penthouse security footage for the past half an hour,” I order Manino over the phone. “I want to see exactly when she left and how she looked.”
“On it.”
I hang up and pull on my jacket. Ten minutes later, we’re downstairs staring at the security monitor in the building’s main office.
The timestamp shows Tierney entering the penthouse in workout clothes a little while after my brothers and I got back. A few minutes later, she walks out in street clothes, moving fast, her lips twisted and eyes fiery as hell.
“She looks pissed,” Reign observes.
Fuck.
“More than pissed,” Kingston says. “What are you thinking,Bronx?” “She must have overheard us talking in my office.” I rewind the footage, watching her face as she waits for the elevator. Her expression is tight, controlled. Fucking furious. “And that’s why she ran. But where the hell would she go?”
Twenty more minutes pass and we’re standing outside the bar where security feeds last caught sight of her. The bartender, a middle-aged woman with a permanent scowl, barely glances up when we walk in.
“We’re looking for a woman,” I tell her. “Irish accent, dark brown hair, about five-foot-six. She would have been here within the last hour.”
The woman’s hand stills on the glass she’s cleaning. “You cops?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t know shit.”
I pull out a roll of cash and slap five hundred dollars on the bar. “How about now?”
Her eyes flick to the money. “She was here. Seemed upset, ordered two vodka and cokes. Then she paid me a hundred bucks to use my phone.”
“What did she say?”
“Said she’d lost her phone and needed to call her brother.”
“Did she make the call?”
“She went to the bathroom first and said she’d be right back.” The woman shrugs. “But she never did. ”
Every muscle in my body tenses. “How long was she in the fucking bathroom?”
“Maybe ten minutes? I figured she’d snuck out theback, happens all the time.”
“Show me.”
The bathroom is small, cramped, with one narrow window that’s painted shut. There’s no way out other than the way she came in.
“Anyone else come in while she was here?” Reign asks.
“Two guys with Irish accents like hers showed up. One of them ordered drinks while the other headed to the bathroom.”"
My heart slips in my chest. “What did they look like?”
