Webb
Twenty minutes has never been longer in my life. I pull up and leave the car with the valet barely remembering to take the ticket from him.
As soon as I enter I ask “The software convention?” A guy points toward a long hallway. “Take that elevator to the third floor. The ballroom all the way on the end from where the doors open.”
I thank him as my phone rings.
Colby.
I start to silence it, eager to get to Sofie but answer instead knowing he could be calling with info about Ryan.
“Webb, you aren’t going to believe this shit.” He begins. “We’re going to text you some pictures. Ava is calling Sofie already.”
I listen and then hang up to see the photos, almost blowing a gasket. I fire off a reply before stuffing my phone back into my pocket.
I jog there feeling my heart poundi
