If I found her car abandoned or anything suggesting she was in danger, I should call back immediately.
By 11:00, my hands were shaking.
I even called the police.
I had spent four hours trying very hard not to imagine things.
A wreck… Somebody following her from the parking garage.
Maeve unconscious somewhere while I sat at home staring at my phone.
Then I remembered the one place I hadn’t looked yet: the family tracking app.
We barely used it. Maeve had installed it after I started doing more overnight work trips because she said she liked being able to check whether I’d landed without bothering me.
I had spent four hours trying very hard not to imagine things.
I opened it.
Her blue dot appeared instantly.
Stationary, in the industrial district.
“What the hell?”
I grabbed my keys.
The drive took eighteen minutes.
Her blue dot appeared instantly.
It felt like an hour.
