Jonathan paced the conference room. He didn’t know if his heart could take a whole lot more of this. Warrick was like a son to him and they’d only just gotten back to the point where he truly believed Warrick had forgiven him for his part in Tyvek’s plan.
He had driven out to Warrick’s townhouse before coming here. At the moment, he was waiting for a call-back from the car company. He was trying to convince them to track Warrick’s car and give him the location, but of course, they were fighting it. He’d wasted time screaming at them and was now waiting for a call from one of the supervisors. The police hadn’t been able to help.
Detective Harmon and his partner seemed to believe Warrick and Sara were in trouble, but their captain wasn’t willing to back them until they had some evidence of that.
Charlotte entered the room, looking as concerned as he did. “I talked to one of Sara’s friends at Sutton. The detectives just called there and one of the women had an app on her phone that located Sara. They’re out at Warrick’s old house.”
“Would Warrick have any reason to be out there? Maybe this is all just a false alarm. He and Sara could have run out there for some reason and they just aren’t answering the phone.”
Charlotte was shaking her head before he finished. “The new owners have closed on the house. The sale’s gone through and I’d know if any complications or issues had turned up. I can’t imagine they’d have a reason to be there.”
Jonathan’s chest tightened as the small bit of hope he’d begun to grasp at fell away. He knew how reliable Charlotte was. She was on top of every little detail of Warrick’s life. If something had happened at the house, Charlotte would know about it.
“Let’s go,” Jonathan said. “I’ll drive.”
Charlotte nodded and followed him out.
Jonathan had almost lost Warrick once with his betrayal and he’d been damned lucky to build back some of the trust they’d once had. He couldn’t lose him now. He just couldn’t.