Angus forced his breathing to remain calm so he could think. “The receptionist said that the doctor had taken the weekend off. Maybe she stayed away longer.” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince Jethro or himself. “We need to search the place. Look for any sort of travel plans and a contact list, if she has one.” These days, everybody kept lists in their phones. He reached for his and texted Brigid to start a search for the doctor.

“I don’t have gloves,” Jethro said, looking at him. “Do you?”

“No,” Angus said, eyeing the coat closet near the door. “Maybe she has some mittens we can borrow.”

Jethro sighed. “Wonderful.”

Sirens echoed in the distance.

Somebody had heard them force entry and had called the police. Angus headed toward the door. “New plan. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

Morning brought fresh rain. After organizing the timeline the day before, Nari felt nicely relaxed as she sipped her first cup of coffee of the day. Angus and Jethro had been gone most of the day before, but once Angus had returned to the apartment, he’d spent the night showing her his own attention to detail. She smiled as she sipped, her heart feeling all warm and gushy.

She had to knock that off because this was casual for now. Even so, a night with the hard body of Angus Force should be celebrated at least a little.

Roscoe whined over by Jethro’s bedroom door.

Nari glanced at the clock. It was after nine, and Jethro didn’t seem to be a guy who slept in. Didn’t he have classes today anyway? She wandered over and peeked into the room, drawing back at seeing the neatly made bed. “Angus?”

“What?” He emerged from their bedroom, finger combing his wet hair.

“Jethro didn’t come back last night.” The professor had said he was meeting friends for a late dinner but would return early to prepare for classes. She frowned and tried not to overreact. “Didn’t he say he’d be back?”

Angus reached for his phone on the table. “Yeah.” He dialed and waited before he spoke. “Jet? Give me a call.” Then he hung up.

Nari bit her lip. “He’s an adult, and ordinarily I wouldn’t worry, but somebody has been killing people around us lately.” She paced over to the murder board and then back, looking at her color-coded files. “Why wouldn’t he answer his phone?”

Angus dialed another line. “Brigid? Do a GPS search on Jethro’s phone, would you?” He winced. “I know you’re at work at HDD. Sorry about this. Please do it, though.” He hung up. “I’m probably going to get her fired.”

Nari looked at her coffee, which was no longer appetizing. “He has to be okay. Right?”