Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Gannon stepped forward. “Sutton never showed to pick up her parents. We called Harlee, and she said Sutton and Palmer left the store together. Palmer was heading to work and Sutton was going to the spa.”
“Palmer went to the spa to see if maybe Sutton got held up for some reason,” Addie added. Then her phone rang. “It’s Palmer.”
I instantly felt a sharp pain in my chest. Turning to Gannon, I whispered, “Something’s wrong.”
“Don’t freak out, Brody. It could be nothing.”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him away. “Something is wrong. My phone just happens to go missing this afternoon, and now no one can get a hold of Sutton?”
He frowned. “What are you saying?”
Before I could respond, I heard Addie say, “What do you mean, her car’s still there but they haven’t seen her?”
Barbara started to cry, and Keegan pulled her to him. “Someone call Braxton, now,” he said.
“I will,” Ruby stated as she quickly pulled out her phone.
I made it to Addie in two large steps. “What’s going on?”
She looked to me, then Gannon. “Palmer, come to the restaurant. Yes, now!” She hit End and took in a deep breath. “I think we need to call the police.”
It felt like someone reached into my chest and squeezed my heart. “Why, Addie?”
Tears filled her eyes as she fought to stay calm. She looked over at her parents, then back to me. “Kimberley said she walked Sutton into the spa. The receptionist showed her to the locker room and told her where to go to wait for her facial. But after almost fifteen minutes of waiting for her to come out, they went in to check on her. Sutton wasn’t in the locker room. She never changed or anything, so they assumed she left without telling them. But Palmer said her car’s still in the parking lot.”
“Oh my God! Where is she?” Barbara called out.
Turning to Gannon, I said, “We need to call the police. Give me your phone.”
Gannon handed it over, and I dialed 9-1-1. “Addie, don’t you have that Find My Friends app on your phone?” I heard him ask.
Addie’s eyes widened. “Yes! It’s not that one, but another tracking app. We all have it.”
“Pull it up!” I barked just before the dispatcher answered. After quickly telling her everything I knew, she said someone was on their way to the restaurant and to stay put.
I hung up, then walked over to where Addie and her mother were looking at her phone.
The door to the restaurant opened and Harlee walked in. She smiled when she spotted everyone—then frowned when she saw the way we were all looking at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Have you heard from Sutton?” Addie quickly asked.
Harlee’s eyes darted around to everyone before landing on me. “No. Like I told you on the phone, not since she and Palmer left the store earlier this afternoon. What’s going on?”
Braxton walked in with two cops, and for the next few minutes, I felt like I was inside a cramped box looking out as they asked everyone the same questions.
As an officer interviewed Palmer—who had gotten there right after they did—I got up and started for the door.
“Brody, where do you think you’re going?” my brother asked.
“I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”
Addie walked up and shook her head. “I can’t figure out why this location thing isn’t working. It says her location hasn’t been updated in an hour.”
“Then either her phone is off or she doesn’t have a signal,” Gannon said somberly.
“But her last location doesn’t make sense. Why would she be down at your beach house, Brody? It’s not even there anymore.”
I snapped my head to look at Addie. “What?”
She turned her phone and showed me. “That’s the last location it gives for her, but why would she be down there?”
As if Braxton read my mind, our eyes met and we both said, “The fishing hut.”
“I think I know where she is!” I shouted to one of the police officers. “Addie, tell him where it’s located!” Running out of the restaurant, I heard Gannon and Braxton behind me.
“Shouldn’t we let the police handle this, Brody?” Braxton shouted as we all piled into my truck.
“If that’s where she is, I’m not waiting. They can follow us there.” I pulled out onto Main Street and floored it. If a cop tried to pull me over right now, there was no way I was stopping.
“What makes you think she’s at the fishing hut?” Gannon asked, hanging on as I squealed around a corner.
“It’s where we were first together.”
“Okay, but again, why would she go there and not tell anyone?”
It was Braxton who answered. “Jack must have her. He probably brought her there because he somehow found out that’s where Brody and Sutton went all those years ago, the night of the bonfire. He’s sick enough to do something like—”