Leif Larsen too, I noticed, as he stepped out of the elevator and started toward the door to my apartment.
"I didn't kill her," Woody pointed out.
"I can see that," Leif said cheerfully. His hair stood up, sticking out at more angles than I could count, like he rolled out of bed and ran here. He ran his fingers through it, but it didn't help. It stuck back up again as soon as he dropped his hand.
"Someone want to explain what's going on?"
"We can wait until Forrest gets here." Woody stepped past me and headed over to the kitchen to start the coffee machine.
I wasn't sure if I could drink any, but I might have to. Apparently I wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
Woody just got the machine going when Forrest appeared at the door.
He hurried in and placed his hands on my shoulders. "What's wrong?"
I told him about the call I got from Savannah. "She sounded scared. I don't know where she is or what's going on, but I need to do, I don't know,something."
"You sure she didn't have a nightmare?" Woody leaned against the countertop. The look he gave me suggested he thoughtIwas a nightmare.
Right back at you, I thought, glaring at him.
"If she had, she would have answered when I called her again," I pointed out.
Where had I put my phone? I glanced around before remembering I'd left it on the couch. I picked it up and dialed her number. Voicemail again.
"I know something's happened to her." I shook my head. "I don't know how I know, but I know. I've never heard her sound like that before." She was the one with the jokes and the casual, calm approach to life. Hysteria wasn't a word I'd associate with Savannah Mills.
"Okay," Forrest sounded calm.
At least one of us was. Okay, the other two were as well, but me? I was anxious as hell. My lips started to tingle with it. I was overtired and getting overstimulated.
Don't have a meltdown until this is over, I told myself. Then I could curl up in a blanket nest like a heroine in an omegaverse novel. Did that make them alphas?
"Where would she usually be at this time of night?" Forrest asked, punching through my sidetracked thoughts.
"She did a lot of night performances, but they never run this late. She should be at her place." I pulled up the address and showed him.
He nodded. "We'll try there first."
"I'm coming with you," I said quickly. "She's my best friend. If I can do anything to help her…"
He regarded me for a moment, as though he might object, but then nodded. "Okay. Let's go."
"You're coming too?" I asked Woody.
He sighed and turned off the coffee machine. "Looks like it. Who needs sleep anyway?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause an uproar." Should I have called the police instead of Forrest? Maybe they would have listened.
"That's what we're here for," Forrest said. "To take care of you and the people you care about. Besides, we don't have to adhere to procedures the way the police do."
Those words hung in the air for a moment. Heavy. Both a relief and horrifying at the same time.
If someone did something to Savannah, these men would kill them without hesitation, I was sure of that. Did Ineedthem to go around killing people to help me out?
I glanced around at them as we rode the elevator down. I didn't suppose I had a choice. If they had to kill to keep Savannah safe, that was what would happen.
In the back of my mind was the reminder that if anyone hurt a hair on her head, I'd be tempted to stab them myself. She was like a sister to me. Anyone or anything that scared her made me furious. Beyond furious.