Declan paced in front of Iris' dark apartment. There was no answer. He'd knocked three times, each time louder and more emphatic.
Nothing.
One of the outside cats appeared, meowing and wrapping its way around his ankles, but he ignored it. He could pet the damn cat later. Right now, he had a girlfriend to find. He looked around. Her car was there, but her parents' house seemed to be dark, too. No one was home there either, at least that he could tell.
Where the hell were the McLains?
He and Iris had decided weeks ago to go to a Christmas ice skating show over in Franklin. He'd bought the stupidly expensive tickets that included a meal with the show.
He had everything he needed...except his Iris.