Chapter Twenty-One
The find sickened me. Terry wouldn’t have left willingly without his phone. I saw no sign of a fight. Not unless they had a knock-down drag out and straightened up afterward. I highly doubted that.
However, the phone could have been kicked under the bed. Possibly by someone holding a gun on Terry. And if this had anything to do with my inquiries into the Georgian (or Svanetian) letter, then it could be my fault that Terry was … taken? Killed? Tortured?
I tried to shut down this new train of thought. This was sheer supposition on my part. Maybe the hackers coming after him were angry enough to take him hostage. But without any struggle from Terry? Lame, I thought.
The police. I should file a missing person’s report. Tell them everything I’d done to try to reach Terry.
