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was brief, but the message was enough to make him drop everything and go. He’d worked with her long enough to have full faith in Jerry’s instincts.
Sonja’s apartment comprised the top floor of a restored Victorian less than three miles from the yoga studio. With stop and start traffic, it took them fifteen minutes to arrive.
“What a lovely home,” Jerry remarked as they glided to a stop across the street from the painted lady. “Do you see her car?” Two cars were parked on the street, directly in front of the old home.
“Yes,” Kim said with relief. That’s it there.” She pointed to a late model BMW parked in the narrow driveway. “Sonya has the top floor apartment and assigned parking.” Kim waited for traffic to pass before opening her door. “I’ll just be a moment.”
“I’ll come to the door with you, just in case.” Jerry followed her out of the car.
Climbing to the third floor of Sonja’s home gave Jerry’s legs a workout they didn’t need. Her adrenaline was pumping so that she hardly noticed the pain.
The top floor landing was lit with the colors of an oversized stain glass window that appeared to be original to the house. A small table with a Tiffany lamp stood outside the apartment door.
Jerry waited to the side as Kim knocked repeatedly and called Sonja’s name.
“Do you have a key?” Jerry asked.
“No.”
“Call her again, maybe we can hear the phone ring if she’s inside and can’t answer the door.”
Kim dialed Sonja’s number while Jerry looked over her shoulder, committing the number to memory. Both women listened intently for any sound inside the apartment.
“She must still be out with Oscar.” Kim disconnected and turned back towards the stairs.
“I’m sure that’s it.” Jerry hurriedly agreed. “Does she often disappear like this?” She kept her voice casual. “A friend of mine back in Maine disappears all the time. Says she needs her space.”
“Not Sonja. I’ve known her for years and she’s as dependable as the sunrise. She’ll probably call later; she knows I’ll worry if I don’t hear from her.” Kim glanced back at Jerry as they walked down the stairs. “We sort of look out for each other.”
“That’s good. We all need someone.”
By the time the two women exited the home, Dylan had found a parking spot, one block up. He waited as the town car disappeared from sight before making his way inside.
He already knew that Sonja Jenkins lived in an apartment owned by Rockstone Promotions, LLC. According to Jimmy, the resident geek in tech support, the BMW was leased by the same company. Following protocol, he took the stairs two at a time and knocked on Sonja’s door. After a few minutes, he went to the second floor landing, intending to do an impromptu interview with her neighbors.
The twenty-something redhead who answered the door was dressed like a bohemian in a long, flowing dress. She gave him a once over from head to toe before speaking.
“Well hello there.” Her southern drawl was unmistakable. “Are you lost?”
The distinctive aroma pouring into the hall from her open door reminded Dylan of his college days. Deciding to play it cool, he relaxed his stance.
“Why no, sugar, I’m not lost. I’m looking for Sonja,” he nodded towards the stairs, “have you seen her this morning?” He gave the girl his lopsided grin, the one that always worked for him.
“Where does she find you guys?” The redhead tossed her head and leaned against the doorjamb. “No, I haven’t seen her since she left yesterday afternoon. He was a looker, too.”
“Oh really,” Dylan leaned against the wall, closer to the girl. “Should I be jealous?”
“I don’t know,” she winked at him. “He looked pretty good.”
“Mmmm,” Dylan appeared concerned. “I bet my car’s better than his.” He winked back at her.
“I seriously doubt it. Do you have a red Italian sports car?” She asked, warming to the stranger.
“No. Mine’s black.” He told her with a