Gina’s phone had ten percent battery life by ten a.m. and she still had tons of business to do with it. She’d arrived in Dallas the previous morning, but all she’d been able to do was confirm that Toni had indeed not been at the office, or the supply warehouse, or her house since Monday.
Then the jet lag had caught up to Gina, and the migraine that started behind her eyes couldn’t be ignored. Her house in suburban Dallas felt like a tomb, but she managed to remember where the ibuprofen was located and took enough to knock the headache out. Well, that and a whole lot of sleep.
She’d woken at five o’clock and had been on her phone ever since, texting Toni’s friends, getting information about her, the last man she dated, anything she could think of.
No one had seen Toni since Monday night.
