There’s a pause.
Good question.
“I don’t know,” I murmur, looking at Logan.
“She left the office a couple of hours ago,” Mara offers.
“She should have come straight here,” I say. “That was the whole point of the plan.”
Logan heads for the door. “I’m going to check up on her. See what she’s up to. You stay here.”
I nod.
When he leaves, Mara passes me the bottle. I take another long swig, my nerves zinging. “Something isn’t right.” I slide off the stool and go to my phone. I call Caleb, but it goes to voicemail, so I send a text instead.
‘Everything OK?’
As I’m hitting send, I realize something.
“Loganchecked in with me via text. Caleb hasn’t.” I tell Mara, my anxiety rising. “He was supposed to be in meetings, but that was hours ago. He should be home by now. He knew what I was doing.”
So why hasn’t he called me to check in?
I call again. Voicemail. Fuck.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Mara says. “Have a taco.”
I have no appetite. I start to pace the floor, heels clicking on the hardwood.
“Caleb’s probably just in a meeting.” She gives me a reassuring smile.
“You can’t be sure.” I gulp, fear rising. “Olivia, she’s capable of anything. Caleb broke things off with her. And then I came in and… She’s so jealous of me. Mad with jealousy. Why else would she risk everything to go after me? That’s some serious hate. And not just towards me. She has to know there’s no chance of being with Caleb now. So what might she do next? “
Grisly scenarios swarm my thoughts, all involving Caleb becoming the victim of some freak “accident” that will never be traced to her.
And it’s my fault. I told Olivia that he’d be home, alone.
Oh God.
I grab my purse and phone. “I have to go. I have to go make sure he’s OK.”
“Wait!” Mara argues. “If you think she’s going to do something, you have to call the cops.”
But I’m already racing for the door. I hurry downstairs and desperately hail a cab uptown, cursing the evening traffic as I send Caleb another text. Even if he was in a meeting, he’d send me a reply by now.
‘Are you OK??’
No response.
The cab driver lays on the horn. All the brake lights swarm around me, suffocating me.
The lights of an ambulance and police cars whirl blue and red, ahead.
Probably just a regular, everyday accident. But in my mind, it’s something worse. In my mind, Caleb is in trouble.
We’re a block from Caleb’s place and traffic is showing no signs of letting up.
I throw some money at the front seat. “I’ll get out here.”