CHAPTER 14
Nearly two and a half hours later, Jackson knocked on the door of Reagan’s apartment. He waited for a second for her to get the door. When she didn’t answer, he reached down and turned the unlocked knob. He walked in and closed it behind him.
“I made it, finally. Sorry, I went home first, and dad insisted on arguing with me about the damn weather tomorrow. I swear he looks for a reason to argue with me.” Jackson looked down the hallway toward the bathroom. “Reagan?” He scrunched his face in confusion. “Reagan?” he called, louder the second time.
Only silence filled her apartment, disrupted by the occasional car engine passing by outside.
Jackson walked down the hall and looked in the bathroom – empty. He looked in her bedroom across the hall – empty. He hurried back out to t
