Nikolai
I’m crawling the glass ceiling of my Tesla because there’s goddamn construction or something on the blocks around Chelle’s office, and I can’t get through to pick her up.
I don’t like it. There’s an itchy feeling crawling up the back of my neck, especially because Zane hasn’t answered his phone all day, and Dima couldn’t track it—like he turned it off, or it’s dead.
I put an actual tracker that can’t be turned off in Chelle’s phone last night after she went to bed, so at least I have that. Zane’s safety is unfortunately as important to me as Chelle’s because I don’t want her to be damaged over something that happens to him.
I text Chelle to tell her to wait inside the building until I can get there, but she doesn’t text back.
I try calling, but she doesn’t answer.
That prickl
