Zoey's heart was beating fast. Her grip tightened on the phone.
Her aunt, missing. Why will anyone target Iris? What will they possibly want with her?
“Zoey.”
“Uncle, it's okay,” Zoey answered, voice cracking. “I have a friend who can help. We'll put in a call,” Zoey answered.
She waited, Malcolm's breath still heavy over the phone as she hung up.
Zoey pulled the phone from her ear, quickly, and turned to Gerald who now had a frown over his face.
“Zoey,” Gerald said, voice tightening. “Zoey, is everything alright. Who's missing?”
“It's my aunt, Iris,” Zoey answered. “Gerald, she's missing. I need your team involved in looking for her.”
Gerald stopped cold. “Missing, how? Any idea who took her?”
“No, I don't,” Zoey replied. Her fingers tightened around the phone and she placed it
