Page 85 of Hard Pursuit
And rang.
And rang.
No answer.
Ice moved through his chest. This was why needing anyone was dangerous. One unanswered call and he was already coming apart.
This wasn’t a good sign.
Jolie would answer for him. Even if she was in the shower, even if she needed a moment to stop crying first.
She would answer.
He hung up and called again, fighting down the panic rising inside him.
Nothing.
The knot low in his gut tightened.
He rushed back to the common room, and they all looked up from the game they were watching on TV.
“O. I need you.”
O jumped up. “No answer?”
The whole room shifted into awareness.
He gave a rough shake of his head. “She didn’t pick up. There’s no way she got a flight out tonight. Can you help me get in touch with her sister?”
“I can’t put you in touch with her, but I can hack the carrier records and tell you if she called her.” O took off for the computer lab with Archer right on his heels.
While O worked, Archer paced between the computer systems lined up along one entire wall and the huge metal cabinet filled with equipment.
Once in a while, Archer tossed a look at O to see him moving through screen after screen, sifting through all the intel they had access to.
His boots thumped the concrete as he whipped around and paced back.
O’s fingers stilled on the keyboard, and he turned his head to the side. “She placed a group call a few hours ago.”
Archer went cold. “Is her phone out of service now? Why isn’t she picking up?”
O’s expression made him want to bury his fist through the concrete wall.
“No. She wouldn’t just ghost me. We agreed.” She would never ignore Archer after promising to talk—her word was important to her. Jolie kept her word. She followed through. And she wouldn’t let his calls ring out once, let alone several times.
O didn’t respond, just waited for him to come to terms with…
Something he’dneverbelieve. Not after the way Jolie looked at him before he walked out that motel room door.
Before he made up his mind to take action, he was already moving toward the common room. When he stomped in, everyone stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
He swept a glance around the room. “Where’s Cannon?”
“Office.” Rome pushed to the edge of the sofa. “What’s going on?”
“Jolie’s in trouble.”
Rome jumped up. “You think or you know?”
