Brett said in disgust after searching through Kenzie's desk once more. “If she got some kind of message telling her to go somewhere, I don't see it." "She's still not answering her cell phone either,” Hawk growled, flipping his closed and shoving it into his jean pocket. “Where the hell would she have gone?" "Are you two still here?” Selena purred, coming up behind Brett and letting her hand rest against his shoulder. “I thought for sure you'd be gone. Oh, I know, you were waiting for me.” She squeezed Brett's shoulder, rubbing her hip against it and the chair he was sitting in. "We still have no idea where Kenzie's disappeared to,” Hawk said, disgusted. “You'd think she'd let someone know, especially since her apartment's been trashed." "You two really are helpless aren't you?” She pushed Brett just hard enough to get him out of Kenzie's chair then sat down herself. “Mackenzie told me that you're a private detective and you're a narc cop. I can't believe neither of you figured this trick out.”
