Webb
Twenty minutes has never been longer in my life. I remove my seatbelt as I open the door, leaving the car with the valet. Barely remembering to take the ticket from him as I focus on the convention sign out front.
As soon as I enter, I sprint to the front desk asking, “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 gask
