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Blood! Is that Jessy’s blood?!
And as my fear spikes, I almost lose it. Without any iota of doubt, I know Jessy is in danger.
My hands tremble as I dial Chloe’s number, each ring feeling like an eternity as I wait for her to pick up. When she finally does, my words spill out in a rush, my voice tight with worry.
“Chloe, have you heard from Jessy?” I ask urgently, my heart pounding in my chest.
There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line before Chloe responds, her voice tinged with concern. “Ethan, what’s wrong?”
My throat tightens as I struggle to find the words to explain. “I...I sent my driver to pick her up for dinner, but she did not answer her door. I came to her apartment. It’s been ransacked.”
A heavy silence follows my words, the weight of the situation bearing down on me like a suffocating blanket.
“Have you tried calling her?” Chloe’s voice is filled with worry.
“Yeah, but she’s not picking up,” I reply, my voice trembling with fear. “And I found blood drops on the floor. Chloe, I don’t know what to do.”
Her sharp intake of breath echoes through the phone, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.
“Oh my God, Ethan,” Chloe gasps, her horror palpable even through the phone. “I don’t know where she is. She was supposed to be with you.”
My heart sinks at her words, a wave of helplessness washing over me.
“Please, Chloe,” I plead, desperation seeping into my voice. “Think. Is there anywhere else she could be?”
There’s a brief pause as Chloe racks her brain for any clue that might lead us to Jessy.
“I...I don’t know,” she admits, her frustration evident in her tone.
I quickly dial Drake’s number, my heart racing as I wait for him to pick up. When he finally answers, his voice is filled with concern.
“Ethan, what’s going on?” Drake’s tone is urgent, sensing the gravity of the situation.
“Drake, I need your help,” I say, my voice tight with anxiety. “I think Jessy’s in danger.”
There’s a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Drake responds, his voice serious, “Have you called the police?”
I hesitate, knowing that involving the authorities could take precious time. “Not yet,” I admit.
“But I don’t think we have time to wait for them. I need to find her now. I need your help in tracking her phone.” Drake is good at these things.
Drake lets out a sigh, understanding the urgency of the situation. “Okay, I’ll track her phone’s GPS and see if we can pinpoint her location. But Ethan, be careful. If she’s in danger, we don’t know what we’re walking into.”
“Thanks, Drake. I owe you one.” Barely holding my emotions in check.
“Don’t mention it,” he replies, his tone firm. “I’ll keep you updated on what I find.”
As I hurriedly exit Jessy’s apartment, my mind racing with worry, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s Drake. With a sense of urgency, I answer the call.
“Drake, did you find her?” I ask, barely able to contain the desperation in my voice.
“Yeah, Ethan,” Drake responds, his tone serious. “I found her location. It’s an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.”
My heart sinks at the mention of a warehouse, a cold knot of dread settling in the pit of my stomach. “Is she okay?” I manage to choke out, my voice strained with fear.
“I don’t know, Ethan,” Drake admits. “But we need to be careful. This could be dangerous.”
“I’m heading there now,” I tell him, my voice determined. “I can’t just sit around and wait.”
