She pulled at both sides of her ponytail and tightened it to her head.
“I got home from work.” She wrapped her arms around herself protectively. “And Neo was missing.”
That surprised me to hear.
I frowned. “How?”
“The RV door was wide open,” she said. “But here’s the thing. I don’t think that I left it open. My lock is a finicky bitch, and it has to be all the way closed for me to lock it or unlock it. I know I locked it.” She leveled me with a look. “I lock it every single time. No matter what. And the dog walker that I usually use was busy today and couldn’t take him out. I had to come back on my lunch break to let him out for a few minutes before going back to work. Seriously, I know I locked the door.”
That I knew she did.
She would.
With the upbringing she had, there was no way that she would ever leave without locking her door.
“Does he have a microchip?” I asked, already reaching for my phone.
She nodded.
“Does it have your current address and name?”
I watched her face fall.
She exhaled deeply. “It’s registered under the old name. I didn’t think to change it yet.”
I grunted and placed a call to Apollo.
He answered in the first ring. “Hey, what’s up?”
“You got a second to change the name of a pet microchip to Sage’s new name?”
That being Sage Ryan.
When we’d run into each other three months ago, one thing had come from the huge blowout.
She’d agreed to change her name to match mine.
Now we both had new names and new identities. It would make it easier to hide.
According to others, we were both fools for divorcing. It was ‘clear as day’ that we should still be together.
I wasn’t sure how anyone got that information seeing as Sage and I hadn’t spent more than a few minutes together here or there since she’d arrived, but they had.
“On it,” Apollo said. “What’s going on?”
“Sage says her dog’s missing,” I answered. “I’ll keep you updated.”
“I’ll search the local classifieds…” he said distractedly before hanging up.
She shifted from foot to foot and I realized that I’d just left her standing out on the porch without inviting her in.
I gestured for her to come in, and she did, but not too far.
Right inside the foyer.
I gestured toward the kitchen. “Do you want a drink?”
She immediately shook her head no.