Meghan heard the yell. But it sounded like it was from someone else. Not her. It was guttural, heart wrenching, her knees losing all strength as she fell to the floor.
Was he not dead? Did someone take him? Where could the body be?
Snatching herself up, she ran to all the rooms, rooms they both have been in, rooms she had never been in, unlocking all the doors. There was no one. There wasn't even a trail of blood that should have followed him if he had stood up. Nothing. It was clean. His phone was still on the floor, the jacket too. Everything was intact.
She swallowed, then grabbed the phone and swiped in.
The last call was Alpha Morales. She felt her heart sink. This call was...fifty two minutes after five.
That was way after she thought him dead. Had she missed her aim? How could
