What the hell is going on? Charlie asked curiously

Jonathan put down his phone poured hima | a drink, and kept mom

The thought of Estelle being with Marley that day eter

“Why won’t you call Estelle back” Charlie pushed the phone

Jonathan glanced at it but didn’t pick it up

“What if something happened? It’s lata” Charlie said calmly

Jonatharis paze hardened. Without hesitation, he picked up the phone and alled Estella’s number it went straight to voicemail

Jonathan frowned, diafled again, but still, voicemail.

His face turned serious. He stood up, grabbed his jacket and strode.

“Easy” Charlie called out to his retreating figure. Maybe Estala pret blocked your number?

Jonathans figure stiffened and then disappeared

On the way, Jonathan called Extelle twice mora

her phone was off

like a bat out of hell, and toon he was at her apartmant. Just as he was

Was her

have been at home all this time with

face turned

Estelle’s room went out, confirming to Jonathan that she was homal

broke, the black Bentley Mulsanne left

breakfast promptly at eight. He saw Jonathan, clad in

quite a distance, as

Henson called out

quick shower. II be down shortly? Jonathan

serious face, knowing he hadet

Ms. Macclain yet.

Henson started

had come down.

breakfast. He seemed like his usual

Ms. Macclain to play terras this afternoon.

paused. I’ve got stuff to do in the

replied, a little disappointed.

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