It was the next morning, I threw my hand behind me, expecting to feel the warm body of Ryker. He wasn't there, only an empty void of where he lay the night before. I leaned up and sat on the edge of the bed. Stretching my arms, and letting out a big yawn. I reached over and unplugged my cell phone. There was a missed call once again from the detective. This time, a voicemail was left. I listened as his voice came through on the other end. "Hello, Sinclair. This is the detective from Adryan's case, detective Roger. I was wondering if you'd give me a call at this same number whenever you get a chance. There is something that I need to talk to you about. Thanks, speak to you soon." The phone went silent. I got up out of the bed, went to my closet and found a pair of shorts, and a tank top
