It was because while I'd been huddled in the bedroom with Allie, he'd received a visitor of the gun and badge variety.
And why?
Because of the truck.
Of course.
Chapter 30
We were secluded in his office, with him sitting behind his desk and me sitting directly across from him in a visitor's chair. The chair was brown leather and quite comfy. Still, I was anything but relaxed.
So far, Jax had told me just enough to scare the crap out of me.
Apparently, around a half-hour earlier, the police had knocked on the front door in search of Allie. It wasn't even because someone had spotted the truck – although the fact that it was parked out front certainly hadn't helped.
Rather, the police had shown up because Allie's ex-boyfriend had known exactly where to look.
Apparently, she'd written the address to Jax's place on a little message pad she kept next to the apartment's phone. And although she'd ripped out the sheet containing her actual handwriting, the impression of the address had remained in the notebook itself.
Knowing Allie, this made a ton of sense. When she got agitated, she wrote very hard. I knew this, because I'd seen firsthand the broken pencils along with a shocking number of slightly mangled pens.
Anyway, her ex-boyfriend, who was normally as dumb as a bag of hammers, had somehow been smart enough to notice the impression in the notebook. This had happened just today, when he'd barged into the apartment looking for Allie and his beloved truck.
Now, as Jax relayed what he knew, I mentally filled in the details that I could guess on my own.
I knew Stuart. He was a notoriously late sleeper. Probably, he hadn't even realized that his truck was missing until well after noon, which no doubt explained why the police hadn't shown up earlier.
Still, the whole thing was a giant mess, and I'd be willing to bet my last ten dollars that it was far from over. With my heart racing, I turned in my seat to look in the general direction of the front door. From here, I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine plenty.
Were the police outside right now, waiting for Allie to make an appearance? Or –oh, God– what if they wereinsidethe house? What if Jax had pulled me into this secluded room so they could drag away my friend with minimal drama?
Screw that.I jumped to my feet and gave Jax a desperate look. "Where are they?"
He leaned back in his chair. "Who? The police?" He gave a loose shrug that told me exactly nothing.
Well, that was helpful.
I said, "I've gotta warn her."
"No. You don't."
"But—"
"Trust me, she's fine." Almost as an afterthought, he added, "For now."
I made a sound of frustration. "What doesthatmean?"
He motioned to my chair. "If you sit, I'll tell you."
But I didn't sit. I couldn’t. I was too busy listening, not that it did any good. There was nothing to hear. No yelling. No dragging. No commotion at all.
That was agoodsign, right?
Jax said, "Cassidy."
Absently, I mumbled, "What?"
"No one's hauling your friend away, if that's what you're worried about."
