Page 60 of Forget That Guy
I sent her a quick text explaining what Catalina just said to me, then shoved my phone into my pocket before ruffling Cat’s hair. “I have to get back to fixing fences. Do you…”
Boone came through the front door, and I frowned at the look on his face.
“What is it?”
“Hey,” Boone said, looking worried. “You done yet?”
The work was never done on the ranch, and he knew it.
“Might could be if you need me for something,” I grumbled. “Why? What’s up?”
I had no clue what kind of impact his next words would have on me.
“I sent Holly out to run a few house calls today.” He shifted from foot to foot. “But it’s now almost five o’clock, and the last two appointments of the day say that she never showed.”
Everything inside of me stilled.
With DeeDee’s earlier concern about the dog, and now Boone’s explanation of her no-showing clients, my gut was telling me this was really bad.
I gritted my teeth and growled out, “Who was the first appointment?”
I got up out of my chair and jerked my head toward the door. “Y’all keep an eye on that dog while I’m gone.”
Catalina nodded her head and rushed over to her sisters that were in the pantry now trying to figure out what to feed the dog.
“Some guy named Baron Kenswood. He called later on and told us that the dog died, and he no longer needed our services. But GPS on the truck she’s driving showed that she arrived at his place. She also sent a message saying she’d arrived at his gate that went through about twenty minutes after the GPS said she arrived. When we call her, it goes straight to voicemail. Though that’s not too surprising because the cell signal in the mountains is almost nonexistent.”
“Have y’all gone by there?” I asked.
“I did. Then the cops did.” He blew out a breath. “Black said that legally, there’s nothing that they can do.”
“And the GPS on the truck?” I asked.
“Disabled. The truck was found about ten miles outside of town, abandoned. No Holly anywhere in sight. All of her things are still in the front seat, too. Including her phone.”
Fuck.
“Send me the GPS coordinates of where she stopped. I want to know what route the truck took to where it was abandoned, too,” I ordered. “If Black says his hands are tied, we’ll have to get creative.”
Baron Kenswood looked shady as fuck.
I also knew him, seeing as I’d just relieved him of his town council position only yesterday.
As I arrived at his place fifteen minutes later, I took a look around the property, trying to spot any signs of Holly, as I waited for him to come down to the gate to talk to me.
“Can I help you?” Baron asked as he came out of his shop with a shovel.
He looked sweaty, like he’d been doing some hard labor. Paired with the dirt on his arms, hands, and face, I figured he was digging a hole.
Hell, I’d never seen him out of his fancy suits.
“I’m looking for my girlfriend,” I lied. “Her name is Holly. She was the vet that came out here and she’s missing.”
He frowned, looking concerned, when we both knew damn well that he’d rather watch me burn. Fictional girlfriend included.
“White-headed woman driving a Ford?” he asked. “Big tits?”
The way he asked that was purposefully done to piss me off.
