FM 33


The next morning, we had breakfast at Kolt’s favorite diner. He promised the food was going to knock me off my feet. “Kinda like how you knocked me off my feet?” I flirted. But he didn’t smile. Instead he said, “Does the age difference bother you? I mean…twenty-two years is a hell of a gap. And maybe we should keep this between us. I wouldn’t want you to get heat about it at the station.” Was he trying to blow me off? What happened to “feeding the flame”? My phone beeped, indicating I had a voicemail. “Shannon, I’ve been trying to contact you all night. You need to come home as soon as you possibly can. It’s an emergency.” My stomach clenched. “Crap!” Kolt raised his eyebrows. “You have to take me home. Now!” I jumped up and hurried out to his truck while he paid for our food. The forty-five minute drive back to my house was pure hell. Kolt slipped his hand into mine and held onto it tightly as he drove. It was comforting but I was still worried sick. I heaved a sigh of relief when we finally pulled into my driveway. My father gave Kolt a strange look when we came in through the front door. That was going to be a very awkward conversation…but it would have to wait. “Dad, what’s going on? And where is Maddie?” I asked while glancing around the living room. “That’s just it.” He said, rubbing his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. “I haven’t seen her since she took you dinner at the station. I figured maybe she was staying with some friends but when she didn’t show up for work two days in a row, I called them. No one has seen her.” I felt as if I’d been punched in the gut. “Madison is missing.”


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