If he wasn't, I guessed I could take my cue from him.
In spite of that, I felt uneasy. While the guys were handed puppies to cuddle, I stepped out to look up and down the road.The stadium loomed over the city in the distance, traffic flowed between there and here.
"He's probably caught in traffic," I told myself. Which didn't explain why he wasn't here if he left before Ramsey. I tried his phone again, but once again, it went to voicemail. Even if he was driving, he could have answered, couldn't he?
"I have a bad feeling about this," I whispered to myself. Something wasn't adding up. It was giving me chills up and down my spine.
I headed back inside. I'd ask Ramsey exactly where he saw Dallas last. Maybe Dallas got sidetracked with something and hadn't left the stadium when Ramsey thought he had.
I tucked my phone into my back pocket and stopped to look at Ramsey looking back at me. Something in his gaze made me freeze on the spot.
What had he done?
