Page 94 of Rekindle My Heart

“Evans, Daniels here. Have you seen Erica today?”

“Early this afternoon. We had a three-car accident. A semi carrying flammable liquids was involved.”

“Are you at the fire station now?”

“Yeah, she’s not here.”

Shit, shit, shit.His mind whirled. Where are you, Erica?

“Is everything alright? Does this have to do with those files she told me about?”

Ryan could hear the concern in his voice. “Not sure. If she shows up, give me a call.”

“Will do.”

He hovered a finger over the disconnect button. “And Walker, thanks. I’ll let you know if I need your help.”

“You better.”

He ended the call. His gut rolled like a tidal wave. Every nerve in his body tightened. His spine snapped straight. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just their relationship in peril. His cop instincts were wound so tight he would snap if he didn’t find her soon.

Ryan needed help.

He drove on autopilot to the Old Muscle Gym. In the entry, his foot tapped as he pushed the call button. With one hand, he texted Larson. the other hand pushed the buzzer again.

“Come on, answer.”

The door lock clicked, and Ryan took the steps two at a time. Amy and Trey stood in the open doorway as his foot hit the top step.

“What’s up?” Larson asked.

“It’s Sarge. I’m ninety-eight percent sure.” He strolled passed them and paced their apartment. Stinky waddled over to him and wound his black and white body around Ryan’s legs.

“I can’t find Erica. She was upset. Got out of the car… She’s gone. My gut…” He stopped and locked eyes with his friend. “It’s not a coincidence.”

Trey ushered him to a chair. “Start at the beginning.”

Ryan spilled the whole messy thing in about five minutes flat.

“Damn, I knew you had a history with her, but you dated her sister?” Amy shook her head.

“That’s all you got out of it?” He didn’t have time to explain his past relationship with Sarah. That the attraction wasn’t there. It was barely a step above a platonic relationship. He couldn’t even bring himself to make a move on her, not when Erica kept creeping into his mind.

Erica.Where was she? He gripped his thighs, and rocked in the chair. “I’m being absurd. Tell me she’s at the bar sipping a Mai Tai, and I’m being crazy. She makes me crazy.”

Trey leaned to Amy and whispered, “He’s a goner.”

She nodded.

“Help me.” He wrung his hands.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, but we can’t go on your gut alone.” Amy stated the obvious.

Just then, his phone rang. A blocked number. Spam. His finger hovered over the delete, but something inside urged him to answer.

No. It couldn’t be. His gaze bounced between Amy and Trey. She grabbed a pen and paper, then nodded.

Before he accepted the call, he hit the record button, then put it on speaker.