Shadows In Durango

Chapter 102

*****Vincent's POV*****

I barely hear the thrum of the engine as Reid and I pull up to Emma's house.

My mind races, spinning faster than the wheels beneath us. Sofia should have been here by now, safe with Emma. But she isn't. And no one knows where the hell she is either!

I get out and slam the car door shut the second that he stops, anxiety clawing at my lungs.

Reid follows me out close behind me, his face a reflection of the same growing dread we both feel. There were currently endless possibilities of where she could be - most of which made me feel sick.

But I also knew that she had moved from place to place before whenever she had felt threatened by her father... and I feared that this was the same... had she run off again to a new town?!

We reach the door, and Emma flings it open before I can even knock - having been watching for us by the window.

Her expression is panicked, a mixture of worry and confusion swirling in her wide eyes.

"Reid, Vincent," she breathes, stepping aside to let us in, "I don't know what's going on. She said she was coming here, but... still nothing..."

"We will find her." I say firmly, knowing that I would stop at nothing to get her back.

Emma nods, biting her lip as she leads us both inside. My muscles ache from the tension, and I can't stop replaying the dinner over and over again in my head - how everything had blown up and had gone horribly wrong. The look on Sofia's face when she left... what if something happened to her after that?

"Did she say anything else before disappearing? Text you where she was?" Reid asks, his voice calm but firm, trying to manage the situation.

Emma shakes her head, wringing her hands nervously together. "Nothing. She picked up my call before you drove me home and I offered for her to stay the night and she agreed and said she would meet me here."

lid on the anger

open and close her mouth. "Vincent... that's Sofia's personal chat with me. I

way. Just show me the damn texts!" My voice cracks under the pressure of my rising panic. Emma flinches but reaches for her phone, her hesitation clear. "Okay... okay." Her hands

warns, stepping in to bottle my tone with his girl, as I

tonight, mostly all of which had

unusual. No clues. No hints of where she could

as 'read' under

across the room. "That doesn't make any sense. She should've been here by now if this is where she was truly headed. So where the hell is she?! She could be anywhere by now!" "Her phone stopped ringing at ten forty too, started sending me

her charger then her phone won't be switched off forever. Keep trying to call her!" I deadpan towards Emma, who looks alarmed but does

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placing a hand on my shoulder and dragging me from my thoughts. "Vincent, you need to try and stay calm if we're going to figure this

begins to buzz from inside of my pocket. I pull it out hopeful, but seeing Daryl's name flash up on the

He'd always been a sore subject between Sofia and me, and tonight he had just made everything worse. I let

sharp look. "You

tossing my phone down on the couch. "I don't need his shit

anyone. Let me call him back, explain what's going on." He reaches for his own phone, already dialing before I can respond. I rub my hands over my face, trying to focus as I sit down for a moment. Reid's right. As much as I hate it, we need to cover all our bases. Every minute that passes without knowing where Sofia is feels like a knife twisting in my gut. It was too late at night for her to be wondering around or

drawn. I can tell she's scared, but I can't afford to comfort

it's Reid. Vin doesn't want to talk to you yet." He explains my reasoning for ignoring his call, eyeing me briefly as I fold my arms

can hear Daryl's muffled voice on the

all we know..." Reid says into the phone, his voice calm

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