Shadows In Durango

Chapter 105

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

It's 8am now and still no fucking sign of Sofia anywhere.

The worst thing was, that Daryl had called Reid back to say that no buses had left town last night after nine which ruled out that possibility...

I don't think she would have hitch hiked her way out of here either so the most probable explanation was that she was still here, somewhere in town. So where the fuck did she go?!

We had returned back to my place before Emma's parents could get back - not wanting to upset or worry them with what was going on.

Emma currently lay on the sofa battling sleep as I remained wide eyed and alert. I was far too worked up, having drank around eight coffees in the passing hours, with my mind doing overtime on where Sofia could be and what might have happened to her.

"What the fuck has happened to you three?! Vincent you look like you've just crawled your way out of hell!" I turn to find my father entering the living room, fully dressed in his shirt and slacks for the day as he eyes each of us suspiciously. Reid remained seated, his eyes blood shot red, as I all but sigh heavily - thankful that my mother hadn't followed him downstairs - at least not yet.

I need her to stay out of my way today...

With a brief shake of his head, realising that none of us were going to answer him, he walks off in the direction of the kitchen - probably to fix himself a coffee.

As soon as he gets out of ear shot, Reid turns to me, "Maybe you should go and speak to him? He could help us find her... it's not like our guys have found anything yet." Reid states the obvious as I turn my head to glance in the direction that my father had just walked off in.

I hated seeming needy and weak to him.

Hated asking for his help at the best of times.

But I suppose that he did have better connections to look in to this further and he did also have my back over how Daryl and my mother had acted last night at dinner... which was unusual from him.

silence in the room thick and suffocating. Reid's words hang in the air, tempting me to

his help,

more than anything, makes

sofa, her face a picture

too good either, you know," Reid says, voice low

raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying the

I growl, running a hand through my hair, the

and rubs at his tired eyes. "We need a lead. Something. Anything. We're running out of time - she could be

we all know it. But every second that ticks by feels like it's sinking us further and further into the dark. The

irritated. "But don't

My father's already at the counter, eyes on a black coffee mug he's holding, the

between us grow, even

my voice rough, not sure

his movements deliberate and calm. "You're all wound up. You need to chill out. What is the issue, none of you can find her I assume?" He asks, hitting the nail on the head straight away. He knew what was going on just from looking at the state

have time to calm down," I snap, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. "She's gone off somewhere, and I need your help to find her. She doesn't have

sharp, taking in the desperation

that you just asked me out right instead of dancing around it?"

we do that again for Sofia? Maybe something will pick her up and we will have a lead. Right now, we have nothing! I already have people out searching and it's useless." I rant,

with a clink, his gaze hardening, eyes searching mine like he's weighing the options. The silence stretches out, but then

"But you better be ready to follow through on this shit when her father calls back for an update. If you're going to drag me into your mess, you better not back off when it gets messy for me. Seeing how the girl reacted to the news last night didn't seem like she would be willing to go through with the marriage plan... and Frazier won't be happy about that." He explains, as I roll my eyes next. "Fuck Frazier right now, who cares?! Just don't say anything to him yet until we know where the hell she is! I just need Sofia back

for the

give him that." He shakes his head with a smile, as I don't even want to

least of my worries with Sofia being somewhere out there -

turning back toward the living room, but then I pause. "And keep it quiet. Don't tell anyone. Not even my mother. I don't need her trying to piss me off any more than what she already has." I conclude, somewhat praying that she decides to stay in her room for