A pause. "What happened."
It wasn't a question. He already knew something was wrong from my voice.
"Harlow's gone. She slipped out during the Oak Street showing. Through a utility room at the back. I was on a call for three minutes and she went through the side yard and through the neighbor's fence. We've been searching for over an hour. I can't find her."
Silence.
"Prez."
Nothing for another few seconds. Then, "How long ago."
"A little over an hour. I've had brothers covering every street in a six block radius. She's not here. She either got a taxi or someone picked her up."
"Or someone grabbed her."
Those three words hit me like something physical.
I hadn't let myself think that. I'd been telling myself she'd run. That she was somewhere out there on her own and she'd turn her ph
