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Both of them walked into the mens bathroom and Leo’s heart sank.

It was empty.

Panic coursed through Leo’s body as they walked out of the bathroom. Leo pulled his phone out and called Michael. Maybe Hedda called Monroe or him.

“Yes?” Michael picked up. “I’m in the middle of something.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Leo growled. “Have you or Monroe seen or heard from Hedda today?”

“No,” Michael sounded confused. “Everything okay?”

“Fuck.”

Who could have taken Hedda? They had looked into Richard and he was for sure dead. They had also looked into who was working with him and made sure to memorize their faces. Oliver and Leo didn’t want to be ambushed in case something happened.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asked.

“She’s been taken,” Leo said. “I’ve got to go. We’re calling Miles.”

He hung up before Michael could say anything.

“What the fuck do you want?” Miles growled through Oliver’s phone.

“Have you heard from Hedda today?” Oliver asked.

“Storm did this morning but it wasn’t much.”

“Shit,” Leo said. Who could have possibly taken her?

“What’s wrong?” Miles asked.

“We went to a cupcake place and she went to the bathroom. Now she’s gone and we can’t find her,” Oliver said.

The phone was silent.

“Did she run away from you guys?” Miles asked, chuckling at the end.

“Shut the fuck up. She wouldn’t run away from us. She said she loved us last night and wanted to spend the rest of her life with us,” Leo said.

“Fuck.”

Leo closed his eyes. This couldn’t be happening to them. Who would want to take her?

“I’ll have Kirk work on finding her,” Miles said. “I’ll call you when I have news and you do the same.”

“Thanks,” Oliver said as he hung up the phone.

Dread filled his stomach. He should have insisted Oliver go with her when she went to the bathroom. Should have told her it was nonnegotiable.

“We didn’t put the fucking tracking device in her shoe,” Oliver growled.

“Fuck.”

Everything was going wrong.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

HEDDA

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