Dominic dialed again, his jaw clenched. Still nothing. He dialed again, this time he opted for a video call. Still, no answer.
"That's odd," Dominic said, a frown etched on his face. "He always answers his phone."
My own worry began to knot in my stomach. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The watch on the sand, the unanswered calls, Tricia's strange reaction. It was all a puzzle with a missing, and very likely, horrifying piece.
"Okay, I'm going to call his father, Jonathan. To know if he's at home." Dominic said, but before he could make the call, his phone rang.
He looked at us. "It's Johnathan."
Dread coiled in my belly as Dominic answered the phone, putting it on speaker. "Johnathan, Happy New Year, my friend."
There was a beat of silence on the oth
