I made it to Maisie and Jack’s in record time. I hadn’t even lingered on the phone to get any details from Maisie, such as how long Jack had been missing or how he’d managed to slip out without her noticing. The alarm at her call coursing through my system tingled, like electricity.
As soon as I pulled up to the house, Maisie flung open the front door, and her desperate face beckoned me inside.
Once we were in the living room, I asked her the question that had been on my mind on the way over.
“He’s just been gone, far as I can tell, for maybe an hour or less.”
We sat down, and Maisie lit a cigarette. “I’m still scared.”
She drew on it hungrily, as though it were a life-sustaining vessel instead of just the opposite. But I could understand her grasping for any sort of comfort.
“I know
