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I took a shaky breath in and out.
No, it makes no sense. I was jumping to conclusions too fast.
I dropped my hands and glared at the wall.
But they knew something. They knew.
I unlatched myself from where I stood and turned away, making swiftly for the exit.
“Where are you going?” Denise asked as I passed her.
“I need to call Dad. And my brother.”
“Alright.” I could hear the tension in her voice. “I’ll keep you posted around here and with her work. We’ll find her, Lena, don’t worry.”
I thanked her. As I headed for the lobby, a plan formed in my mind. I knew after I had the dreaded conversation with my family, I wasn’t going to be able to ignore the twins anymore.
And if they really did have anything to do with this, I’d kill them.
CHAPTER FOUR
The sun was setting orange and red, catching in the bedroom window like fire. I stared at the sky, trying to keep the tears that stung my eyes from falling.
The conversation with my family had gone as I probably should have expected, yet still I wasn’t prepared.
First it started with denial. “You sure, Lena? Maybe she was just going out with a group of friends?” Dad said as casually as a father could when confronted with the knowledge his kid might be missing.
“No, Dad. They were not friends.”
“You sure it was her ex? Maybe it just looked like him.”
“Yes, Dad, I’m sure. It was him.”
I sent him the voice message Trish had sent me. Only then did he grow silent.
“And you talked to the police?”
“Yes, they are looking into it.”
A long pause, then, “I need to call your mom. Your brother—”
“I’ll call him,” I replied. Mom was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back in little over a week. Dad was a retired coast guard and spent most of his days fixing whatever needed fixing around the house. Now I knew he was set to sit down in hisfavorite chair and call half the damn family. “Don’t talk to anyone else until we have some more news, okay?”
“Alright.” I heard the tension in his voice, the subtle shake in his tone. He was worried now. As he should be.
Once I got off the phone with my father, I called my brother.
“You sure Trish is gone?” he said in a low voice.
“Yes.”
“You get a good look at any of the guys who took her?”
“No,” I said.
He cursed under his breath. I could hear groups of people talking in the background along with the clinking of glasses on his end. He must be at work. “You told Dad?”
“Yes.”
