Chapter Twenty-Six
“MISSING,” I REPEATED, the blood rushing to my head. “What do you mean, missing? I just left her about two hours ago.”
“That’s what we’d like to talk to you about, Ms. Nikolas,” answered Detective Stone. He turned and nodded toward Trevor’s bike. “Whose motorcycle is that in your driveway?”
“It’s mine,” said Trevor, coming up behind me. He put his arm around my shoulder. “Can you tell us what’s going on?”
“And you are?” asked Detective Williams.
“He’s a friend,” I answered quickly. “Look, you said Krystal was missing. What exactly do you mean by that? I just left her about an hour ago.”
“Let’s go inside and we’ll talk about it,” replied Detective Williams.
“Fine,” I said, moving back to let them in.
The two detectives followed us into the living room and we all s
