"His friend," Caspian was quick to say, worry lines etched into his head. "He wasn't picking his calls and he's not answering the door."
The security man eased off at the look of distress on the face of the pretty Omega.
He looked to be someone important, and he didn't even need to look at his dangerous bodyguards to know that - the car they had driven had been a dead giveaway.
"Well," The man with the bushy beard cleared his throat, "He went out in the morning and hasn't been back yet, maybe try calling again."
"Did he leave with anyone?"
"Not that I remember."
"Thank you," Caspian murmured, walking back to Keith and Peter.
The bodyguards had been listening in on the conversation so he didn't have to repeat it.
It was starting to get late, soon, the sun would set and it would be night.
The information given by the security was very concerning, because Lake wasn't the type to be eager to leave his apartment.