Page 148 of Broken Trust
Me: Where’s Cabe?
Doc: He and Royce are kicking Alex’s friends’ asses at pool.
Alarm bells start going off.
Are they distracting the boys for him?
That Torso Killer doc really fucked with my head.
I tap Cabe’s contact and bring the phone to my ear.
Voicemail.
Of course.
“Dammit,” I mutter.
I call Micah.
He answers on the third ring.
“Ax! What’s up?”
“Where are you?” I ask.
“The Soused Cow.”
“Do you have eyes on Jovie?”
A pause.
“Yeah, she was right here.”
“She still there?”
“Um, no.”
“Where is she?”
Another long pause.
“She’s at the bar, talking to some guy,” he says.
My stomach drops.
“What guy?”
“Some slick wannabe cowboy. New hat. Expensive boots. Looks like a douche.”
“Get her the fuck away from him,” I snap.
Micah exhales like I’m overreacting. “She doesn’t look in distress, Axle.”
“I don’t care. Just do it.”
A beat.
Then, “All right. Chill.”
