Page 12 of Himbo Hitman

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Page 12 of Himbo Hitman

My brother is not the kind of person who disappears.

Being unable to fix a problem is the worst kind of helplessness, and as I turn and kick my legs out of bed, the shadows press in. Deeper. Darker. This screeching urge filling my ears, telling me I need to be out walking the streets or stalking his accounts or … or …

The laugh that falls from my lips is hollow.

I’m not a criminal mastermind. I’m not law enforcement. How the hell am I supposed to find a pinprick of a person in a city this size? A wave of panic passes through me as a question flits through my mind.

Is he in the city at all?

It’s one more question to join all the others I have no answers to. I reach for my phone, mostly by muscle memory at this point, and pull up his number. Still doesn’t ring. I open his social media pages and hope that maybe this time there will be something. Apicture of him, literally anywhere, just enjoying himself, but it’s radio silent there too.

I’ve gnawed on my lip so many times over the last few days that it’s raw and shredded. My lack of sleep is normally great for when I’m working through the night, but with my naps constantly interrupted, I’m getting low on patience.

If something’s happened to Colin, I … okay, I don’t know what. Still not a criminal mastermind, but with my frustrations bubbling around a hundred, I’m interested to find out.

Fighting for sleep is useless at this point, so I head out to the kitchen and turn the coffee machine on. The view here isn’t as great as the one at work since we funneled all our money into the business, and I didn’t save a cent for this place. Lars and I took out the rent together so we could afford something slightly larger than a shoe box and not shared with who knows what kind of vermin.

The current takings at Saint Clare’s are looking promising, but we’re stuck here for a while.

The creak of a door behind me makes me jump out of my skin.

Lars’s chuckle fills the still apartment as he joins me in the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing?”

I wait for my suddenly racing heart to stop being so damn dramatic before I answer him. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Colin?”

“Yep.”

Lars’s mouth flattens. “The whole thing is weird.”

“You’re telling me,” I mutter, grabbing the sugar. “I can’t shake the feeling something bad has happened.”

“I’m a big believer in listening to our instincts.”

“You also cleanse the apartment every other month and have a concerning addiction to horoscopes. My instincts tell me those things are bullshit. Who do we believe?”

Lars throws me an unimpressed look before taking over making the coffee. He’s only in his briefs, and it really highlights why he’s the muscle and I’m the …ideasguy.

When I’d hired him, it had been more about having a barrier between me and any drug-crazed partygoers or wannabegangsters lurking outside. I’d never imagined for a second that I would need actual protection, but since Colin disappeared without a trace, who the fuck knows what’s going on?

The police have taken it as a missing person’s case and said they’ll look into Rev and any potential motivation. They said a lot, actually, and it was all the right things, but no one has reached out since, and I have the feeling that Colin has been forgotten about amidst all the other missing people being reported daily.

“Let’s see …” Lars pours himself a coffee with one hand and thumbs through his phone with the other. “Here we go. Capricorn.” He hums as he reads. “Interesting …”

“What’s interesting?”

“Never mind. You don’t believe in it.”

“I don’t.”

“So then you don’t need to know what’s interesting.”

That asshole. He grins at me because we both know what he’s doing. Joke’s on him, though, because I can go and Google that shit myself. Except I might not get the same thing he has since I know he subscribes to certain horoscopy places.

“I know you want to tell me,” I say, taking the mug he offers. “Just get on with it.”

“I’m good. Oh, look. Taurus will need to run errands, and traffic might be an issue. There you go. If I’m not around, that’s where I’ll be.”