He pulled into his driveway and almost got out of the truck before he realized that Ann’s car wasn’t there. Instantly he panicked. What could have happened to her? He reached for his phone, already heading towards the restaurant. He listened as the phone rang and rang until finally her voicemail picked up. “Ann where are you? Call me back.” Not wasting time Quinn dialed Derek, hoping he would know where Ann was. He glanced at the brightly lit green clock on his dashboard which read 2:45 a.m., while Derek’s phone proceeded to go into his voice mail as well. “Derek, call me man. Ann’s missing.” After hanging up, Quinn glanced at his phone display. Checking to see if there was a little message symbol, hoping that he might have missed a call from her earlier that would have explained her absence. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt a fear clawing at his gut. What if something had happened to her? She became so important to him that he had never stopped to think what it would be like if she was taken away.
