“How far are you away from Nashville?”
“We’re on the outskirts. Why?” Eric said.
“Can you head toward Connor’s gallery?”
Eric frowned. “What’s going on, Megan?”
“Tessa got a call from the gallery to come and meet Connor. Said he has some information that can help us with reaching out to Mia.”
Ben’s dragon rumbled louder. “And she went to see Connor alone?”
“Yes. She didn’t get a bad feeling from him when we spoke. Said he’s all about money. She promised she’d give me a call when she was done talking to him.”
“How long ago was that?” Ben said as his heart thumped loudly.
“Maybe thirty minutes? She was on her way there, but I would think she should be done by now. I called her and the gallery, but no one is picking up.”
Ben sped up. “We’re on our way.”
“We’ll call you as soon as we find out what’s going on, Megan.” Eric hung up. “I don’t like this.”
Ben gripped the steering wheel and didn’t respond. If something happened to her, he would never forgive himself.
“Ben?”
He needed to concentrate. “Just remind me how to get there, Eric.”
And thank God his brother understood what he needed and simply directed him to the gallery.
Ben pulled into the lot. “Tessa’s car’s not here.” He came to a stop in front of the gallery, and both he and Eric got out of the car and tried to enter the building but it was locked.
Eric pounded on the door, and after a couple minutes a man came to the front and opened the door. “I’m closed, gentlemen. You’ll have to come back another day.”
“Where’s Tessa?” Ben barked.
“Who?” Connor said.
What the hell name had she used with him? “Sydney. Where is she? You called and asked her to meet you here.”
Connor frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ben took a step toward him.
Eric held up his hand. “Wait. Let me get Megan on the phone.”
Ben wanted to pummel Connor, but maybe Eric had the right idea for now.
“We’re here with Connor, and he says he doesn’t know where Tessa is.”
“Tessa said that Nadia called her and said Connor wanted to speak to her. That he had found a way to contact Mia.”
Connor shook his head. “I didn’t.”
Ben took another step toward him.
Connor threw up his hands. “I swear. I didn’t have Nadia call her.”
“You didn’t see her come into the gallery?” Ben asked.