Disheartened, I grab my phone to text Quinn.
ME: Wanna drink wine and watch movies?
I wait for the three dots to appear showing her reading and responding. When it doesn’t happen right away, I set my phone down and go to the restroom to wash my face. Somehow the act of washing my face and the result of then having a clean face, is relaxing and rejuvenating for me. Something I desperately need after my conversation with my father.
Quinn has not responded by the time I’ve finished. So, I hit the button to call her, but get her voicemail immediately. Like her phone is off. So, I reach out to Mack on the off chance he’s heard from her.
ME: Have you heard from Quinn lately?
MACK: Not since Reed ditched her.
MACK: Everything okay?
ME: Not sure. Can’t reach her. I’m going to run over to her house.
MACK: Let me know. Be careful.
ME: I will. Thx.
Quinn doesn’t live far from me, and the drive over only takes about ten minutes. She lives in a nice neighborhood in an above the garage apartment owned by an older couple. In general, they keep an eye out for her, which I appreciate.
I park on the street and look up at her apartment. The blinds are all closed, which is unusual for Quinn during the day. But if she’s not feeling well, or if she’s sad about Reed, it would make sense.
I use my key to let myself in, softly knocking as I open the door. “Quinn?”
My call out is met with silence. I see right away that she’s not in the living room or kitchen. I head down the short hallway to her room. Also empty. As is the bathroom.
Where is she?
I text Mack.
ME: She’s not here. Can you reach Reed?
MACK: I can try. But it’s doubtful.
ME: I’ll put Alyssa on it.
MACK: Good plan. Do you need my help?
ME: I’ll let you know.
I lock Quinn’s house back up and call Alyssa while I’m on my say to my car.
“Hey, boss,” she answers.
“Hey, can you track Quinn’s phone for me? See where it is or where it was last used?”
“Sure. You coming by or want me to call you back.”
“I’ll come by. Office or your house?”
“Office.”
“See you soon.” I hope to hell Alyssa can track Quinn’s phone, if not, I have no fucking idea where she is.
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Mack
