Go back to the bar
“I need to check on Katie,” I tell him. “I appreciate the apology, but I can’t leave her here.”
“Just keep your eyes open,” Spencer says, as I climb out of the car. “Don’t trust anyone.”
Paranoid much?
I thank him and hurry back to the bar. My worst fear is confirmed as soon as I walk in. Katie is nowhere to be seen.
“Damn,” I say.
“She left about five minutes ago,” Kristine says. “Are you going after her?”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I say. And I realize it’s true. Katie drove us here, so I wouldn’t get very far even if I chased after her. Where would I be chasing her to exactly? It’s not like she left an address. I don’t know where they went.
“I reported those guys,” she says. “They’ll look for her.”
That settles it. I won’t be able to find her, but
