19
Colt
“Twelve-five.”
I asked the dispatcher to repeat the message, just in case I’d misheard, but I hadn’t. Radio protocol flew out the window.
“That’s my daughter. Is she still on the line?”
“She hung up. It might’ve been a prank?”
From Kiki? Never. She didn’t always do what she was asked, and she could be headstrong, but she knew right from wrong and she’d never pull a stunt like that. I stopped the car at the side of the road, my chest so tight it was a struggle to breathe. My fingers shook as I dialled my home number. Where the hell was Brie?
“Daddy?”
Thank f**k. I sagged in relief at the sound of Kiki’s voice.
“What happened, kiddo?” I tried to keep my voice calm. Normal.
“Brie… Brie…” Kiki gulped in air, struggling to get the words out over tears.
“Can I speak to Brie?”
