Daryl gritted his teeth as he listened to the automated voice on the other end of the line.
"The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service."
He lowered his phone, cursing under his breath. Celine was gone.
Kyle leaned against the precinct’s evidence table, watching him with arms crossed. “Still nothing?”
Daryl shook his head. “Disconnected. Just like that.”
Kyle sighed. “Well, that’s not suspicious at all.”
Daryl ignored the sarcasm and grabbed his jacket. “We’re checking her apartment.”
Kyle pushed himself off the table. “You really think she’s still there?”
“No,” Daryl admitted. “But I want to see what she left behind.”
—
Daryl’s mind raced with possibilities as they drove to Celline’s apartment.
Had she run? Or had someone forced her to disappear?
When they arr
