(Rook)
I sat in my living room. Phone in my hand. Waiting.
Vanessa was supposed to call me an hour ago. Tell me Ridge had agreed to meet her. That the plan was moving forward.
Nothing.
I dialed her number. It rang. And rang. And rang.
Voicemail.
"Call me back," I said. Hung up.
Tried again. Same thing.
Fuck.
Something was wrong.
The bedroom door opened. Tyler stepped out. He'd been hiding in there for days now. Getting more restless. More angry.
"Well?" he asked.
"She's not answering."
"What do you mean she's not answering?"
"I mean she's not picking up her phone."
Tyler walked over. Stood in front of me. "Did she call him?"
"I don't know. She was supposed to update me."
"So call her again."
"I did. Three times. She's not answering."
Tyler's face went red. "This is bulls
