The Next Morning: Harlan's House
Kaylor paced around the kitchen, with her phone pressed tightly to her ear. She had been trying to reach Harlan all night, but he hadn't picked up. It was morning now, and still no word from him.
"Come on, Harlan," she muttered, dialing his number again.
Still nothing.
Justin leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching her with concern. "He's not picking up?"
Kaylor shook her head, her face was pale with worry. "No. And I haven't seen him since last night."
Justin rubbed his forehead, he was clearly agitated. "We need to call the police, Kaylor. You know what's going on. My aunt Lizzie is still missing, and I'm telling you, it's those Crimson brothers. What if they've taken Harlan too?"
"Harlan's strong, Justin. He wouldn't let them take him."
Justin raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? What if they caught him off guard? What if—"