Finally heavy breathing fills my ears. “Y-yeah Tanner, I-I’m here.”

A sense of unease washes over me, blood starts rushing through my veins. Something is wrong.

“What the fuck happened? Where are you? Talk to me!”

“Listen f-for one-once. I’m okay. Warren is here.”

Okay my arse, he is almost incoherent. Looking around my office I spot the car keys hanging by the door, I reach them in three strides and jog towards the garage.

“I’m going to get Lou and then I’m going to Kinsley’s. Meet us at the pinned location.” I toss the earpiece down onto the passenger seat and take off in the direction of Jesse’s house.

Jesse had left the side gate unlocked. Walking into the backyard, I know any second now Lou will come running towards me. “Hey girl,” I whisper as she jumps up, planting her two front paws on my stomach. I give her a big scratch behind the ears before pushing her off.

“Now, where did your dad leave this key?” I look around for anywhere a key could be hidden. “Pot plant, or maybe the meter box? Of course he couldn’t just tell me where the key would be.” Lou barks, tilting her head to the side. “Yeah, that would be far too practical for him, wouldn’t it?”

I find the key sitting in the meter box and enter the house. Lou-loo’s lead and Kinsley’s apartment key are sitting on the kitchen table, I pocket them both and lock Jesse’s door behind me on the way out.

“Come on, Lou,” I call, opening the back door of the car and gesturing to her to jump inside. The drive to Kinsley’s doesn’t take long. I clip Lou-loo’s lead onto her and look up at the two storey apartment. The French doors out onto the balcony are open, which tells me she is still having trouble sleeping. The cool breeze is a calming force for the storm she is battling within. It’s the first time I have ever hesitated to give myself access to her home, but now isn’t the time to be getting acquainted with my feelings.

The house is dark and quiet, the only sound is Lou-loo’s paws pitter pattering against the tiles. “Stay with me, girl. She isn’t going to be too impressed to see me but we need to act fast here.”

Light filters in through the second floor of the apartment; the French doors give us first-class seats to the sunrise on display. Kinsley is asleep on her bed, the blankets pulled up to her chin with one leg hanging out the side.