Page 25 of The Devil Went Down to Laughlin
“What?”
Pretty much the same response he’d had when he’d gotten the unwelcome news from Aaron. “I guess she went to Laughlin to try to clear a house. The cell reception there isn’t very good, so she headed over to a local park to make some calls. Except…her car is at the park, but she doesn’t seem to be anywhere around.”
“What kind of park is it? Is it someplace where she might have gone for a walk or something?”
“I suppose so,” Caleb replied, irritation stirring. Not at Prudence — she’d asked a logical enough question — but at himself for not thinking of that possibility. “I don’t know why she’d do that, though. It’s pretty hot out right now for a casual stroll.”
“And you can’t reach her on her phone?”
At least he could answer that query easily enough. “No. I tried multiple times. Texts don’t go through, and calls go straight to voicemail.”
“Okay, that doesn’t sound much like Delia,” Pru agreed. “She never ignores calls during work hours.”
No, she didn’t. In fact, he’d been a little irritated now and then when she’d taken a call while they were together, even though he understood that was part of her business and she needed to be there for her clients.
Which was why he knew she would have picked up her phone this afternoon if she could.
“So you see why I’m worried. I want to go down to Laughlin to look for her…and I was kind of hoping you’d come with me.”
Not even a second of hesitation.
“Absolutely,” Pru said. “Should I meet you at your house?”
That would probably be the easiest thing. “Do you mind?” he asked. “Or I could come get you — ”
“No, it’s fine,” she broke in. “Just give me a couple of minutes to close out a few things here, and then I’ll head right over. Pueblo Street, right?”
“Yes,” Caleb replied. He didn’t recall ever giving her his address, but Pru was a private detective, after all. It was pretty easy for her to lay hands on information like that.
“I’m going to call an Uber, but I’ll be over as fast as I can.” A small pause, and she added, “It’s going to be okay. We’ll find her.”
“I know.”
They ended the call, and he slid his phone into his jeans pocket, then headed into the kitchen to put a few things together for their road trip. Maybe not the full-on junk food extravaganza he’d first proposed to Delia, but a small cooling bag filled with bottled water, and then a tote from Trader Joe’s that he supplied with a bag of chips, some protein bars, and a package of teriyaki beef jerky. They probably wouldn’t need most of it, and yet he didn’t want to head out without knowing they’d brought some supplies along.
Oh, who was he kidding? He knew he was doing all this so he’d have something to occupy his mind as he waited for Pru and wouldn’t keep dwelling on what might be happening to Delia while he was screwing around in the kitchen.
The doorbell rang, and he looked up from the Trader Joe’s bag, a little startled. He didn’t know exactly where Pru Nelson lived, but he hadn’t thought she’d be able to get over here this quickly, especially when she had to wait for an Uber.
He hurried out of the kitchen and went to the front door. When he opened it, though, he saw someone else entirely standing outside.
Ty Carter, the tennis pro and maybe angel. Or half angel. Or whatever.
What the hell?
“What do you want?” Caleb demanded.
“We need to talk,” Ty replied, apparently not put off at all by his rough tone.
Well, that was par for the course. Even when all hell was breaking loose inside a casino, the guy never seemed to lose his cool.
Because Caleb already had an idea what all this was about, he didn’t bother to argue, but instead stepped out of the way so Ty could come inside.
“Your seer has gone missing,” Ty said, and Caleb cocked an eyebrow.
“Is that what we’re calling her now?”
“Her powers will continue to grow in strength,” the half angel replied. “She doesn’t think of herself as a seer, but just as she has begun to see into others’ minds, she’ll also begin to look into the future.”
