When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Yeah.” “Got it. I’ll do it immediately, so don’t panic.”

After hanging up the phone, I picked up my bag. “You’re heading out?” asked John.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, I mean— it would be better to wait for updates from them instead of going about and looking aimlessly for new leads.”

“Aimlessly?” I shot back.

Probably thinking that I was acting too hostile to provoke any further, he shut up and threw his hands up in surrender.

I left the hotel without another word, and Emery texted me several addresses in W City where she thought Kristina might be.

I wasn’t familiar with the city at all, so I had no choice but to hail a taxi and go to each address one by one.

After visiting each location, Jared called, telling me to visit the suburbs we’d went to yesterday.

It started raining again while on the drive there, the taxi slowing to a stop by the roadside with seemingly no one around for miles.

“Miss, are you sure that this is where your friend told you to go? It’s way too desolate out here! Maybe you should give them a call and double-check the address,” the driver suggested kindly.

My attention turned to what seemed like an abandoned factory a short distance away from where the car had stopped. Hesitating, I told the driver, “Could you wait for a moment while I make a phone call?”

I pulled out my phone and dialled Jared’s number.

“Where are you, Scarlett?”

arrived. Why did you

on in. I’ve found

you did find her, then

Silence.

also choose to not come over,

do, Jared?” My eyebrows knitted together. “Summer is your biological

rang out through the phone, and he reiterated, “If you choose to not come

A threat.

Even after so many

stupid. People’s

Whatever.

the car, but the driver was still worried for

umbrella. “Help me lodge a police report on your way back.” In response, the driver gave me a

no idea what Jared might have

path that I followed to the factory was littered with footsteps of varying sizes and

quite large, but I didn’t feel

within the

think you had the balls to

head? What does

at him, less fearful than I thought I’d be. If

rotting old chair, leaning back and crossing one leg over another in a casual manner.

supposed to

“Aren’t you going to ask about

“Okay. Where’s Summer?”

question, he rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you