Chapter Twenty-Three
SANDIE WASN’T SURE how much time he had before his brother found him, so he needed to move quickly. Shoving himself off the floor, he moved over to his phonograph player and cranked it until it started spinning. Then he placed the needle on the record and soft jazz filled the room, bringing a soothing balm to his soul. He closed his eyes for a moment as he inhaled deeply of the tranquility that was his dream at the moment, knowing it wouldn’t last long. When he opened his eyes, he reached out to see if he could hear Destiny anywhere nearby.
Nothing.
He wouldn’t panic. He’d find a way to make this work. Failure was not an option. She knew his music, knew he would be calling for her, trying to reach her to ensure she was safe.
“That was interesting,” Theo said as he
