Chapter Nineteen
Joey
My legs still feel like jelly as I walk back down the hall to the auction room, wondering if it would be too obvious to sit next to Holt. But as I come in, he"s already hurrying toward me—with a look of pale, angry fear. “Did you see Witt out there?” Holt asks.
“No, why? Is he not...?” I trail off as I look to where Witt was sitting with Devin and realize both chairs are empty. “What"s going on?”
“Nobody knows. Fitz is checking outside.”
“Guys!” Ever runs over from a knot of other guests. “That woman over there said she saw them grab two bottles of champagne on their way out.”
The beginnings of panic stir in me. “Did she overhear where they were going?”
Ever shakes his head just as Fitz jogs through the door.
“Anything?” Holt asks urgently.
“Nope. And it get
