I just saw him about three, four hours ago.”“Where?”“In my driveway. He wanted to talk.”“That must have been an interesting conversation.”I ignored the comment. “We talked for a few minutes, and he left.”“Did he say where he was going?”I shook my head. “I didn’t ask, and he didn’t volunteer any information. Have you tried contacting his superiors?”“They were the ones who called me,” Owen replied. “He had a meeting in Dallas at four, but he never showed up.”“Maybe he’s sulking,” I said. “We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.”“I’ll bet,” Jake said.“He’s not at his house, and his car is nowhere to be found.”“Don’t they have a tracking device on his car?”“Apparently it’s been deactivated.”A sense of dread came over me. I had a feeling I knew what had happened to T.J., but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. “Just how close are they to catching my aunt?”Jake looked at me. “You mean crazy serial killer aunt?”“Half-aunt on my mother’s side.”“I don’t know for sure,”
