Chapter Twenty-Six
SANTE
Two months later
“Please leave all messages with my assistant Nikki,” Rena’s voicemail explained, and I wanted to toss the phone out the window. I thought everything was fixed after we made love and promised to do right by each other. When I woke up this morning, Rena left a note and said she couldn't move forward. I tried to call Nikki and McKayla, and they both told me they weren’t aware of her whereabouts, which I didn’t believe.
“Sante.”
I ignored my brother, slid my hands in my pocket, and looked out of the window of my office.
“She’s not in New York.”
“Where is she?”
“Not in the US.”
I whipped around fast, glaring at him.
“Where is she, EJ?”
“I’m still working out the details. We have a few people that work for the TSA.”
“Did they spot her?”
“The
