Chapter 40
Lynn scowled at his phone, the messages he had sent, and the glaring lack of replies. That wasn't like Anderson. He always answered eventually, if only to say that he couldn't. Two hours of silence was definitely strange, especially when the last text had been playful and he'd only made mention of weirdness, not danger.
Of course, danger was inherent. Ugh. Being in love did nothing good for his stress levels.
He set his phone down and tried to focus on his work. The very last thing he wanted to do was irritate Anderson by harassing and hovering and overreacting.
Five minutes later, he picked up his phone again, and glared at the continued lack of replies. Damn it, they'd only gone to speak to a witness. That was almost three hours ago, and there'd been nothing but radio silence for the past two. Fuck it, he would just have to piss Anderson off. At least Lynn would know he was alive.