“Nothing. I just miss them all. Have you gotten an update?”
“He said that he’s put a word out and they’ve been combing the streets, checking everywhere that he could possibly be. He hasn’t used his name for anything so it’s taking longer than expected but nearly the entire Channing is on the case, even my father.”
“Sergio Thomas. Tell them to look into Sergio Thomas. That’s most likely who he’s with. I saw him yesterday. I didn’t get a chance to tell Luca before everything happened. I was on my way to but–”
“It’s OK. It’s OK. I will call and share this new bit of information with him. Anything else you can think of that might help, let me know as it comes to you.”
Lyric unlocked her cell and dialed Luca’s number. While we waited for an answer, she put it on speakerphone. It rang out until the automated voicemail was activated, prompting us to hang up.
“He’ll call us back,” she told me as if I didn’t already know.
Before I could open my mouth to respond, there was another knock at the door as it opened. This time, the voice behind it I recognized.
“Hey, babe. It’s me,” Baisleigh stated as she entered the room.
She rounded the corner, and with sad eyes, made her way to my bedside. Lyric made room, leaving me only for a brief second to allow Baisleigh to air hug me from close range. She repositioned herself right after.
“I hear a heartbeat,” she cheered. “We’re expecting a bundle of joy soon.”
“We are,” I agreed.
“How have you been, Lyric?” she turned and asked.
“I’ve been well. What about you?”
“Crazy busy. And thanks to this woman, my brunches are picking up. Everybody wants the brunch cakes at Baisleigh’s.”
The mention of cakes brought Scar’s face back to the forefront of my thoughts. It was when I was dropping off a cake to Baisleigh’s House that I’d seen him. That’s what had set everything off. It was the very moment things began to spiral out of control.
“That’s where I saw him,” I shared with Lyric.
“Huh?”
“That’s where I saw Scar. That’s where I saw Sergio. Dropping off the cake yesterday.”
“Who is Sergio and where does he fit in this equation?” Baisleigh wanted to know.
“He’s Dewayne’s best friend, and I passed him up on the way out.”
“Oh, wow,” she responded.
“Try calling Luca again. He has my girls, Baisleigh. Anything helps. Do you recall a guy with a large scar from one side of his face to the other?”
“I do. He was a gentleman and wanted my number, but I took his instead because I don’t date customers.”
“Do you still have it?”
“No, but I have camera footage of the parking lot that’ll probably reveal the car he was in and the tag number.”
“A black Yukon,” I said to Lyric. The details were coming to me so vividly now. The previous night, everything was a big fog.
“A black Yukon?” she repeated as a question.
“Yes. That’s what Dewayne was in. His black Yukon. It’s registered in his name.”
“Let Luca know I can give him access to my cameras. The man with the scar didn’t eat alone. About fifteen minutes after he sat down, another man joined him.”
“Brown-skinned? A thicker build? Hairline pushed back two inches or so?”
