CHAPTER 9
“I’M SORRY, BABE. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Coco sat cross-legged on the bed twisting a damp tissue while Rhys paced the room with his phone in his hand, plotting murder. Why did men have to be such arseholes? The caller had claimed to be a friend of Coco’s, except he’d said her name was Janine. And the story had sounded believable. They’d met at the gym, gone out for coffee several times. She’d just split up with a boyfriend. So Rhys had handed the phone over, and the pervert had spewed such filth that Coco had run to the bathroom to puke.
And that was the best lead they’d had so far.
“I’ll screen the next call better.”
“What if there isn’t a next call? It’s as if I never existed.” Coco blew her nose and sniffed a bit. “Or if I did, nobody cares enough to look
