I DROVE OVER to Adriana’s place but nobody was home. I tried calling her phone again, but she continued to ignore me. Frustrated, I decided to try her at work, so I headed over to Dazzle. When I stepped inside, Adriana’s mother, Vanda, looked startled.
“Mrs. Nikolas,” I said, forcing a smile on my face.
She excused herself from the customer she was talking to and approached me.
“Do you know where Adriana is?”
“No. I haven’t spoken to her since this morning.” Her face darkened. “Why, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
She stared into my face and frowned. “Your eyes say different. Are you two fighting?”
Not wanting to get into it with her, I ignored her question. “Could you have her call me? I really need to speak to her.”
“Have you left her a message on her phone?”
I nodded.
“Then, she’ll
