GavinAs soon as I hang up, the restlessness returns.
Relief is on its way soon. But “soon” isn’t soon enough.
I need to do something. Now.
I call Jaws. I need to talk to someone.
“Hey man, you haven’t heard anything about Hannah, have you?”
“Naw, you told me she was on vacay, yeah?”
“Yeah but... Jaws man, it’s weird. The text I told you about – it wasn’t Hannah. Then I went to her apartment and it was crazy clean and I heard something about some boyfriend named Carlos.”
A sharp intake of breath, then Jaws says, “No… you don’t think…”
I break in before he can finish the sentence with what I don’t want to think about, “I think something’s up. Would you ask around the other Rebel Saints chapters, put out some feelers, see if anyone’s seen anything?”
“Yeah, yeah man. Shit.”
“I know.”
