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Victor nods slowly. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Jason, you’ll keep Maya company while we cook?”
“Of course I will.” He bobs his head, and Victor presses a kiss to his forehead before jerking his head toward the kitchen.
Jason grabs my hand, stopping me from following immediately. “It’s going to be okay, Andrés. Even if we don’t find anything in the data from her computer, she’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah, she is. I know that, but thank you for the reminder.” I hesitate before leaning over to brush my lips against him. “Feel free to remind me anytime it looks like I’m forgetting.”
I shoot him a wink, leaving him standing in the entryway as he brings his hand to his lips.
Making food will be a much-needed distraction. Let’s just hope neither Victor nor I end up cutting off any appendages in the process.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Jason
Iglance over at Maya as she makes a disgruntled sound. It’s not the first or even the twentieth one she’s made in the last thirty minutes since I sent Victor and Andrés into the kitchen to make us some food. None of us are hungry, too worried about where Dani is, but I know we need to take care of ourselves.
“Everything okay?”
“What?” Maya glances up, blinking at me. “Was I making noises again?”
I nod. “Yeah, but that’s okay. It’s cute.”
She scoffs. “I’m not sure if the word cute has ever been used to describe me before. I’m just getting a little frustrated. I haven’t found anything yet. I know it’s a long shot, but…”
“But you were hoping. Yeah, I think we’re all hoping you’ll find something.” I sigh, running a hand through my messy hair. It’s been down for days and hasn’t been brushed, so it’s practically a bird’s nest at this point.
I’m sure we all look messy as fuck since none of us has showered since Dani disappeared. That’s going to need to change if she’s gone much longer. I can already imagine the look on her face if she came home to us having not showered for a week or more.
She would not be amused.
“Come sit with me?” Maya pats the spot beside her, and I immediately abandon the armchair and book I was pretending to read.
I lower myself onto the cushion beside her, hesitating before laying my arm across the back of the couch behind her. She doesn’t protest, so I relax.
“What have you checked so far?”
Maya shrugs. “I’ve been going through her Behind the Lens channel, seeing if anyone has been sending her inappropriate messages.”
“And?”
“And nothing. Either she deletes them as soon as they come in, or she’s somehow curated her subscribers so well she doesn’t get them.” She snorts. “I get at least five a day. I don’t know how she manages to get none.”
“Well, if that was a bust, what next? Social media?”
Maya types something on her computer before turning to glance at me. “She only had a private profile on one of the apps. She doesn’t even have any photos on it because she doesn’t want it associated with her camming. I’m not even friends with her on it—separation of parts of her life or something like that. She explained it to me once, and really, I don’t need to be her friendon social media if I’m friends with her in real life, so I never pressed.”
She presses a few buttons before a site comes up with the username and password already populated.
“Well, that makes it easy,” I joke as she hits the sign-in button.
We quickly find that she doesn’t use the profile much. She hasn’t made a post in almost a year, although she’s been tagged in a lot of posts by a guy named Gary Monroe.
“Is that the ex?” I ask, pointing to the screen, and she nods.
“I hate that fucking guy,” she says with a shiver. “He’s always given me the creeps, but Dani always says she enjoys having someone who knew her back in high school. He transferred to her college in the spring semester. She said something happened at the school, but it sounded sus, so I called and after a little playacting, I found out he just requested a transfer.”
I frown. “That is weird. Why wouldn’t he just tell her that?”
