Chapter 12

By the time he reached the room door his hand shook. He had to try twice to get his keycard in the lock.

“Jake?” He entered the room, kicked the door closed and set the Styrofoam containers on a nearby table. The room was silent. He couldn’t still be taking his shower. He went to the bathroom; the door was open and the room empty. A damp towel hung next to his on the shower door.

Damian’s heart leapt to his throat. He made himself walk to the sliding glass door to check the balcony. After all, Jake had gone out there last night. He brushed aside the blinds. No one stood outside.

He clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the miserable thoughts creeping in. Please, no.

Damian turned from the slider and saw the sheet of paper sitting on the kitchenette counter. It took all the strength he possessed not to collapse on the floor in a fetal position.