21
It was more than a week later when Remy pulled into Greyson’s driveway. He parked just as French called. Remy quickly answered. “It’s about time you returned my call,” Remy barked. “Where is she?”
“I assume you mean Ava.” French’s response was dry.
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
“You lost her?”
“She was never mine to lose,” he clipped. “But you seem to be doing a fine job of it.”
“I screwed up,” Remy admitted. “Boyer got in my head and I . . . just tell me you can find her.”
Silence.
“French?”
He sighed. “She doesn’t want to be found. Ava quit her job and her phone is offline. It’s why you haven’t been able to locate her.”
Ava went into hiding? If Remy hadn’t been sitting in his car, he would’ve had to commandeer the nearest chair. This was his fault. He should’ve never sent
