Page 113 of False Comeback

“Where’s your phone?” I asked with a frown. “Maybe Seb’s called you.”

He huffed and pulled it out of his pocket, looking at the screen. “He hasn’t.”

“It’s not on silent, right?”

“No, it’s not on silent!” Holt groaned and stood up. “I’ll go make you a coffee. You’re making me all… tense and anxious. And you look like you need it.”

When he left the room, I immediately tried calling Crossbody again. This time, it went straight to voicemail, which made my whole body tense with weird, desperate panic.

“I think his phone’s off now,” I blurted the moment Holt reappeared a few minutes later.

“Oh. Shit.” He set a cup in front of me and quickly rounded the desk to sit down and check his phone. “Seb hasn’t called me yet.”

“Call him,” I said tightly.

He nodded and tapped on the screen before raising the phone to his ear, gazing at me worriedly and nibbling his lower lip. “What do you think that means?”

“He’s turned it off or it’s gone flat.” Fear streaked through me. That second option was worrying. Was he hurt? Unable to reach his phone?

“Seb?” Holt said a second later, then quickly turned on speakerphone and set his phone on the desk. “Vince is here with me. Did you see Crossbody?”

The quiet werewolf’s deep voice came through the phone. “I’m still sitting on his drive. Knocked several times and there was no answer.”

Panic had me leaning forward and gripping the edge of the desk. “Does it look like he’s home?”

“Yeah,” Seb said. “His car’s on the drive, and there are a few lights on. The TV is on in the living room too. And when I looked through the window, there was a cat who doesn’t seem to have missed any meals.”

“But he didn’t answer the door?” Holt asked worriedly.

“No, boss. I called out to let him know it was me, but he still didn’t answer.”

“I told you.” My voice was husky with anxiety. “Something’s wrong.”

“Did you hear anything?” Holt asked Seb. “Like maybe him calling for help?”

“No, boss.”

“Knock again,” I blurted. “Just kick the door down if he doesn’t answer, Seb.”

“No, don’t do that,” Holt rushed out in horror. “He’ll sue my ass off. Are we sure he’s not just having the weekend to himself? I mean, it’s Crossbody. It’s not like it’s out of character for him to ignore everyone.”

“Holt,” I gritted out.

“I’m just saying,” he said hurriedly. “Seb, does anything seem… wrong? Weird?”

“Not really, boss,” the werewolf answered. “He’s just not answering the door.”

“Give me his address,” I blurted. “Seb, give me his address.”

“Uh…”

“Vince, please.” Holt rubbed his face anxiously. “Just let me think. Maybe… maybe we should call Bryce and Heather to do a welfare check,” he said, referring to two supernatural cops who were Goliaths regulars.

“How will that help if he won’t answer the fucking door?” I gritted out. “Holt, just give me his address. Let me go over there.”

“How will that help?” Holt was growing flustered.

“Because we…” I clenched my jaw and stood, leaning on the desk. My voice was hoarse when I said, “Holt, please. I need to make sure he’s okay. Please.”