“Maybe I should go back to the hotel and wait. Maybe my sisters will go there.”
“That’s a good point,” Ink said. “I need to send someone to the hotel room to go through it and see if there is any evidence left. They’ll wait there for your sisters.”
She typed a message on the tablet. “They’ll be scared.”
“Don’t worry, my guys will handle it.”
Addie couldn’t really argue since Ink was helping her, so she nodded.
“When you can, I’ll need as much information as you can remember about the guy carrying the dead body. Do you think you saw enough to draw his face or work with someone who could draw him?”
“Like a sketch artist?”
Addie felt like she was living in one of those TV cop shows. It all felt surreal, like this was happening to someone else.
Of course, that could also be because she hadn’t slept in close to twenty-four hours.
Addie didn’t think she’d seen anything of his face other than those eyes.
“I can try, but I don’t think I saw much.”
“Give it a shot, sweetheart,” Ink told her. “Just do your best, all right?”
She blinked back tears. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had told her to just do her best. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she nodded again.
“Write anything down that you think might help. Later, I will get someone to sketch a drawing. Be back in a minute, I’m just going to check the safe room for you.”
Did she really need a safe room? None of this made sense to her, and she could feel herself shaking.
“Hey, Addie, everything is going to be all right,” Cash told her.
How could he know that, though? It didn’t seem like it was. Someone out there was threatening them. Not to mention that there was a guy with a body in the trunk of his car.
No, this whole place didn’t feel very safe to her.
Part of her wished she could just go home, where things were safer. However, she had to find her sisters.
“You’re shaking. I’m going to keep you safe. Our priority is to find your sisters, and we will do that. Two women can’t just disappear.”
She nodded as Cash took hold of her hand.
“I’m going to look into this person with the body as well,” the voice said.
Jesus, was this man really Brody’s boyfriend? The more he spoke, the more terrified she grew. She wasn’t even sure why.
“That’s good, thanks,” said Cash, looking uncertain.
“Not for you, though,” the voice replied. “There’s just something that seems a little off about all of this. And I like a mystery to solve. I’m really good at solving the ones on TV. Those murder mysteries, I always know who the culprit is. Of course, often the murder victim really does deserve it. I’m going to go now. Bye.”
She turned wide eyes onto Cash. “D-does he m-mean that?” She didn’t bother using the tablet when it was just Cash in here.
“That he’s gone? I don’t know. He could still be listening.” Cash gazed warily around the room as though searching for the camera.
“Is he r-really good at s-solving murder m-mysteries?” She really needed some more water.
“Oh, yeah. No doubt he is,” Cash replied.
“Do you k-know him?”
