Chapter 231
Heart suddenly thudding, Andy went into his and Scooter’s room, their bathroom. The sewing-and-junk room, in case she was looking at pictures again. The hall bath stood dark and empty. So did the spare bedroom. “Billie!” he called, sharp.
No answer.
Shit. Where had she gotten to? Andy ran back down the stairs and around to Dockside’s front porch, to see if she’d wiggled herself a spot at the bar to watch the ocean. There was no one there under the age of fifty.
He pushed into the restaurant. “Kat, you haven’t seen Billie, have you?”
She shook her head. “Not since you got back. I thought she was upstairs.”
“So did I, but she’s not there.” A dozen terrifying scenarios flashed through Andy’s head all at once, each more horrifying than the last. “Oh my God, where the hell did she go?”
Kat grabbed his arm. “You must be calm, Andrushka,” she admonished. “To think, to look!”