Panic surged inside Nicolette as she stood in the hallway. She could already detect the stress in Suzie's voice.
She exhaled, rubbing her temple. "How... come... how did he...?"
"I don't know," Suzie said, her voice shaking slightly. "The other day, I saw him at my work."
Nicolette gasped. "Oh my God. And Walt?"
Panic rose inside her. She didn't want to think about the terror she and Suzie would face if Troy had gotten to Walter.
The thought sent deep chills down her spine.
"I went crazy about it," Suzie admitted. "I call the school every ten minutes. And you know how that is."
Suzie was a waitress; she didn't have the luxury of taking so many breaks.
"Yes, I do. But is he safe?"
"Yes. For now," Suzie said softly. "But I can't begin to imagine—"
"Don't imagine," Nicolette cut her off. "Nothing is going to happen to him. Where are you?"
"I'm still at Le Rez, the hotel Mr. Allens got for us," Suzie replied.
"Alright. I'm on my way. Just wait for me."
