28
JASON
For the past few days, sleep was non-existent. I could feel the end drawing near and I didn’t like it. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It didn’t help that I couldn’t find a goddamned thing on Drake’s other house. Not even the Las Vegas PD knew anything about it. Another f*****g dead end.
“When do you think he’ll text you?” I asked. It was Wednesday afternoon, the day Drake wanted to meet with Aylee. I was on edge.
Shrugging, she slid me a bottle of water and tossed an orange slice into her mouth. “I’m not sure. What I want to know is why can’t we find this extra house of his? This could be the place the victims were taken to.”
“I know and I can’t find s**t on it. When Blackwell calls you, I’ll get Ryan to get a group of men together. If he takes you to
