“Oh, shit, yeah, I forgot.” Jock fumbled for his phone, dropped it, and scooped it up. He opened the app and punched the right buttons. Frowning, he held the phone up for us to see. “It must be turned off. It can’t be located.” Jock was near panic.

Axel put a comforting hand on his arm. “Okay, buddy, calm down. Deep breaths. We’ll find her. Jock, I want you to call 911. Get an AMBER Alert issued. You have the license plate and info on the car?”

Jock nodded, looking disoriented and shell-shocked.

“Do you have any idea where Bria was living last?” Axel’s calm, confident demeanor relaxed my brother somewhat. Jock was too much of a basket case to think clearly and was more than happy for Axel to take charge.

Jock shook his head. “I don’t have a clue. We ran everything through our attorneys.”

Esme and Eunice appeared, having put the children to sleep. They didn’t say anything but took seats at the table and listened.

“I do,” Esme said.

“You do?”

“Yes, I sent some of her clothes over to a hotel near Sea-Tac a week or so ago.”

“Do you know what one?”

“Of course.” She smirked. “You doubt me?”

He rolled his eyes and almost smiled. At least Esme had managed to lighten his mood.

Jock called 911, and they said they’d dispatch someone immediately. As soon as he hung up, he feverishly texted and called his daughter with no response. Then he called Bria again and started to go off on her on voicemail. Axel beat me to it and grabbed the phone from him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jock raged.

“You don’t want to piss her off. I know it’s hard. Wait until the experts get here and follow whatever instructions they give you.”

For a moment, I thought Jock might deck my boyfriend, but he turned away from us and stared out the window at the setting sun. Soon it would be dark, which would make it doubly hard to find Teagan. We didn’t know how much time we had. We didn’t know if Bria was dangerous. We didn’t know a damn thing, except for one fact. Bria had never shown much of an interest in her children. She was doing this to hurt Jock, and she wasn’t thinking straight, or she’d realize this wouldn’t end well for her.

Axel and I drove the twenty minutes to the airport and pulled into the lot of the hotel. He parked, and we ran into the lobby. Bria had checked out that afternoon. They didn’t have any idea where she’d gone, and Teagan hadn’t been with her then. We drove around the area, checking all the lots for Bria’s distinctive sports car with no luck. We showed her picture to several bartenders and hotel workers. No one had seen her today, though a few bartenders had served her over the past week. One remarked that she was quite the lush and wasn’t always alone. Sometimes she had a guy with her who seemed to be happy to spend her money.