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45
1708 Monroe Street
Pascagoula, Mississippi; 11:15 p.m.
Wyatt stepped out of the shower. He’d stood under the hot water until it went cold. Damn, he felt better.
He scrubbed the towel over his body. His cell phone vibrated, trembled against the counter.
A call at this time of night was never good.
He picked up the phone. Womack’s name was displayed on the screen. “Henderson.”
“You need to let me in.”
“What?” Womack was here? Shit. That definitely couldn’t be good. “I just got out of the shower. Let me get some clothes—”
He froze in the doorway between the bathroom and his bedroom.
The bed was empty.
No Addy.
“Wyatt, open your door.”
Fear abruptly released him. He rushed to the bed. Lifted the covers as if his eyes had betrayed him.
She wasn’t there.
“Addy!” he shouted as he moved down the hall.
“Wyatt,” Womack shouted in his ear. “She’s not here. Open the damned door!”
Wyatt stalled halfway to the living room, his deputy’s words filtering past the panic. “What do you mean, she’s not here?”
“Wyatt, open the door. I’ll explain everything.”
He was at the door three seconds later. He unlocked it and jerked it open. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded. “Where’s Addy?”
Damn it. She wasn’t supposed to get out of his sight. She was likely pissed at him now that he’d admitted the motive for his decision nine years ago.
Womack looked him up and down. “You probably want to put some clothes on. Then we’ll go find her.”
Wyatt stalked back to his bedroom and tugged on his discarded jeans and shirt. He grabbed his socks and boots while he was at it. She was gone. Had she contacted Womack? How the hell had this happened?
He hurried back into the living room. “Where is she?” Womack had to know something, otherwise he wouldn’t have showed up here like this.
“She called me about fifteen minutes ago. Said she got a message from the perp.” He opened his phone and showed the forwarded message to Wyatt.
“Goddammit!” He went for his keys. They weren’t on the table by the door where he normally kept them. “Did she take my SUV?”
“No, your SUV is out there. She wanted ten minutes head start,” Womack explained. “She’s already got that and more. We need to get going.”
She’d sneaked out of here. Had taken his keys so he couldn’t follow her until Womack arrived. What the hell was she thinking?
Where the hell was his spare set of keys?