Page 47 of A Reluctant Boy Toy
“I don’t know. If it’s new…”
“Does that mean—”
“Get back to work,” Deacon shouted at a group milling around nearby. “Do we pay you to gossip?Goddamnit.”
I asked again, “Who is that video aimed at, Deacon?”
“I don’t know.” He looked worried now, rather than irritated. “First things first, we need to find Sebastian. Molly says he left with their golf cart before she woke up. We found it smashed into a tree, but we haven’t located Sebastian yet.”
“What?” Horror burst through me. Of course my mind went to the worst-case scenario. “Oh my God. Did you try the beach?”
“Not yet. You think it’s possible he headed for your place?”
“Not that I saw.” I hadn’t seen him near my place, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t somewhere along the mile-long stretch of rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean.
Oh God. Please let him be all right.
“I’ve got people searching the entire area, but it’s a lot of ground to cover.”
“How badly was the vehicle damaged?” I asked.
“There was some blood inside. No trail that we could follow from the scene of the accident because of the fucking fog.”
“Show me.”
“The police are on their way.”
“Morrigan might be able to find him before they get here.” I hoped she could. She liked him. It was worth a try.
“This way.” Deacon shouted at a few more people as I got Morrigan from the van. Hades and Seph fussed in their crates, so I put their muzzles on and closed them inside the pen.
“We can’t leave these two unattended.”
“You!” Deacon frightened the life out of his personal assistant. “You’re in charge here, Adam. Nobody goes near the wolves, got it?”
I went back to my van and got a rabies pole. “Adam, if anybody so much as tries to lay a finger on them, use this.” I handed the pole over. “On the person, not the dog.”
We took off through the trees as fast as we could maneuver.
“Molly must be beside herself,” I said. “I saw her on the phone earlier. She looked upset.”
“She called Sebastian’s dad. He’s on his way.” Deacon obviously knew where he was going, so I followed close behind. He stopped and looked around before saying, “It’s over here.”
“There’s no path.” The trees got thicker the farther we went in. “What was he thinking, trying to drive a cart through here?”
“You ask me, he was out of his mind. Either angry or suicidal. Can’t believe someone’s dredging that shit up all over again.”
“You think Sebastian crashed the cart on purpose? Why would he?”
“I take it he didn’t tell you what happened with Jericho Waltham.”
“Be more specific. You told me some guy you knew killed himself.”
“That was the guy. The one in the picture.” Deacon tapped the pocket where he kept his phone. “Jericho Waltham. It’s no secret he killed himself over the legal and financial pressure Alastair Keye put on him after some party where things got out of hand with Sebastian.”
“I get the feeling everyone’s been blaming Sebastian for that.”
“Yeah, well.” Deacon didn’t look my way. “Obviously we didn’t know the whole story, did we? I never once heard that somebody drugged his drink.”
