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I'd rather be anyone else right now, but I snap, "Yes?"
"Sir, this is Archer Bay Police."
I roll my eyes. He's not anyone I know, so I don't really care what he's got to say. I yawn and think instead of how I'm going to find Molly.
"We've found your car several blocks from your house."
I open my eyes and frown. "Is it empty?"
The officer pauses. "Uh, yes. The keys were on the seat—luckily, a passerby had the decency to?—"
I hang up. I don't care about my fucking car—I need to find Molly and get her to Aphrodite, then I need to find the fuckers that killed my family.
I'm running on adrenaline, directing the cab to the airport. Maybe Molly has come back.
I need a fucking miracle.
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She's not fucking here. I slam my head against the wall with frustration, reveling in the pain that pierces my skull. Another yawn takes over my face, and I sink onto my bed with a growl.
What am I going to do?
I call Colton first, telling him to put the feelers out. Molly must be somewhere; as far as I know, she hasn't got money to disappear. Not when she lived in a shithole like that with her aunt. It's taking everything I have to think, and every thought comes up with a dead end. I call my contacts at the police and instruct them to find her.
"Platinum blonde hair. Pretty girl. Run a check on her passport—she might have flown to a different city."
I pace my bedroom, vaguely aware that the house is empty again. There's no sign of my shitty mother anywhere.
My phone vibrates and I snatch it up, my nose wrinkling with disgust when I see it's Cindy.
Memories of her feel like another lifetime ago. I have no time for her. None.
Molly left this morning—early if I'm right—which means she's been missing for over twelve hours.
She could've flown to England by now, for fucks sake. Maybe I'll have to tell Aphrodite she's taken off—but I know Aphrodite, and she will hunt down her best friend. And then she will probably kill me.
Why do I give a shit about Aphrodite? I wish I didn't because then I could leave this Molly shit behind.
But something niggles at me.
Am I doing this for Aphrodite, or because I want to know where she is?
My phone rings.
"Jagger." It's Colton. "You're not going to like this."
I stiffen and snarl, "What?"
"Molly's been snatched."
My blood turns to ice, and my eyes feel like they're bulging from my sockets.
"Snatched?" Spit flies from my mouth as I clench the phone. "What do you mean?"
"She was outside a coffee shop?—"
