Page 103 of Until Bax

“I will.” I hang up with her, then look over when the passenger door is opened.

“She’s not there,” Liam says, getting back into his seat.

“Your mom just sent me Kourtney’s number.” I hand him my cell. “Call her for me. Apparently, she was going to follow Olivia home.” I take off toward home, wanting to retrace the only steps I know they’d take.

“It went right to voicemail,” he tells me, and my hands tighten around the steering wheel.

“What do you know about Kourtney?”

“Nothing much. I never had much contact with her. I know that her parents used to live around here, but they both moved away. She had a sister, but I think she died when Olivia and Kourtney were in middle school. She was a couple of years younger.”

“Fuck,” I bite out when I get back to my block and see that Olivia still isn’t home. There is no way she’d be able to park in the garage with Liam blocking her.

“It’s okay. Maybe they went to the store or stopped somewhere.”

“Maybe.” I put my truck in park and try to calm my nerves. “But why isn’t she answering her phone, and why isn’t Kourtney answering hers?”

“You know Jack was arrested.”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I know for sure that he’s the one who was fucking with Olivia.” I scrub my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots. I don’t want to overreact, but something isn’t right. I feel it in my gut.

“Mom’s calling,” Liam says, and I drag in a breath while I take my cell from him.

“Amy,” I answer.

“Did you get ahold of her?”

“No, not yet.” I stare out the windshield. “What do you know about Kourtney?”

“I don’t know. She and Olivia were friends, but Kourtney has always kind of kept her distance from Scott and me. Her parents lived out of town near that big water tower on Burkitt, and I think they still own the property, but someone else rents it from them,” she says, then it sounds like the phone is shuffled.

“Bax,” Scott says, and my gut twists. “Tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t get ahold of Olivia, and Kourtney’s not picking up either.”

“Where are you?”

“Parked in front of my house. We checked the bar the girls were supposed to be, and they weren’t there. I think I’m going to go drive around some of the backroads and see if I come across her or Kourtney.”

“I’ll do the same,” he mutters. “Call Liam and tell him to hit the road.”

“He’s with me now.”

“Tell him to get in his truck. The more ground we cover, the better.”

“Right.”

“We’ll find her.”

There is no other fucking option. “Yeah, I’ll call you.” I hang up and look over at Liam as he pushes his door open.

“If you find her first, call me.”

“Will do.” I wait until he slams the door before I take off, dialing my dad.

“What’s up, kid?”

“Olivia is missing. I can’t get ahold of her or the friend she was with.”

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