Me?
I wasn’t waiting.
For all I knew she could have left on her own, but it didn’t look that way.
Worry pressed against my chest, making me feel a bit nauseated. My gut was telling me things were bad. My core was screaming to go out and save her. The problem was, I had no idea what to protect her from.
“Make the call, Jerome,” I said, referring to the people I called when I wanted something shady done.
I wanted Allen found, and I wanted him gone.
“Yes, sir.”
And then he was gone, leaving me alone in my office to stew.