Eric nodded back, stood sentry at the front door and Colt did a walkthrough of the house.
Vi and Joe’s bed was unmade, something that nagged him considering both the girls’ beds were made, there were no dishes in the sink, no crumbs on the counter and only a glitter purple laptop was sitting on the coffee table and a pair off flip-flops were in the corner. Other than that everything seemed in order. Vi kept a tidy house. No signs of struggle.
“Mom here?” Kate asked when he hit the living room.
“She’ll be here soon,” Colt said even though he’d learned from the girls she wasn’t at the garden center. She had the day off preparing for the possible aftermath of the bachelorette party. She wasn’t at home but her Mustang was in the drive.
Colt looked at Eric again and Eric moved out of the door.
“Settle in, I’ll be back,” Colt said to Kate and Keira and followed Eric. Once he got the door closed and walked Eric into the yard, he turned his back to the house and got close. “Call it in. She’s gone. Bed’s unmade, car’s in the drive. All eyes peeled for her. I want officers here. Plainclothes in case the girls see them canvassing. Door to door. Did they see Vi leave the house, what was she wearing, what was she driving, was she with someone? Did they see anyone suspicious? Every house. They’re not home, you get to Feb, get their phone numbers and call them at work. Copy that?”
Eric nodded and headed to his car. Colt jogged to his house. Feb had the door open before he was halfway across the street. She looked tired and not well, wearing her hangover on her face which to Colt made her no less gorgeous and at any other time he would find this hilarious. Now, he did not.
When he made it to her he didn’t say hello.
“Call Jackie. She comes to get Jack. You go over and wait with the girls.”
Feb’s face got even paler and Colt watched the line of her body turn static.
“Wait for what?” she asked.
“Feb –” he started but didn’t finish. Her eyes sliced to Vi’s house before she nodded and without a word hustled back into the house.
Colt started to jog back across his yard when his phone rang. He slowed to a walk, pulled it out of his blazer, looked at the display, flipped it open and put it to his ear.
“What you got for me, Sul?”
“Chris and Adam down.” The words sounded like they’d been dragged out of his partner’s throat and they made Colt stop dead right in the middle of the street.
“Down how?”
“Don’t know. They’re both breathin’ but they’re also both in ambulances.”
“Vi isn’t at her house,” Colt informed him.
“Mike called. She isn’t at the garden center either.”
“She didn’t have a shift today.”
“Yeah, Mike talked to Bobbie,” Sully said then hissed, “Fuck, why did we not know this?”
“Where was Chris found?”
“Car on the side of the road outside town found by a Good Samaritan. Door open. Radio smashed. Chris unconscious in a ditch.”
“Any idea why he was there?” Colt asked.
“No clue, but it looks like he didn’t make his shift,” Sully answered.
“Adam?”
“Mike found him.”
“Where?”
“Mike left the garden center, went to Cal’s offices. He found Adam in his car outside.”
“Cal?”
“No sign and his girl isn’t there either.”
“Struggle?”
Silence and Colt started walking again, his eyes on Vi’s house, both girls looking out the window at him.
“Sully, were there signs of a struggle?”
“Colt…” Sully stopped speaking and Colt stopped on the sidewalk, turned with his side to the girls but faced away, across the street so the girls couldn’t see him when he reacted to what he was about to hear.
“Sully, tell me.”
“You’re friends with Cal.”
“Sul –”
Sully sighed then spoke fast. “Mike says it’s bad. Boys are goin’ to the scene. Two men at the scene shot dead. Mike doesn’t know either of them but says there was no muss no fuss with the gunshot wounds. Mike says prelim looks like warning shots fired meant to incapacitate, not meant to take them out, kill shots fired when they didn’t stop. But he says there’s lots of blood, place is a mess, looks like it was bad and there’s no Cal.”
“Cal said he’d keep his gun on him, he wasn’t with the girls,” Colt muttered.
“Any chance he’d have Vi with him?”
“Girls say they left together this morning. Them for school, Cal headed for the office. Kate said Vi was hungover. He left her in bed. Somethin’ got her out of that bed but she didn’t make it and she also didn’t make a mess gettin’ ready. Nothin’ that looks like she even left in a hurry.”
“Cal wouldn’t –?”
“Grab her and go? Not without the girls.”
“I’ll get a man at the school, just in case they turn up,” Sully said.
“I’m doin’ another sweep of the house,” Colt told him then asked, “Where’s Mike?”
“Climbin’ the bloody walls at Cal’s office,” Sully answered, not being funny, being almost literal.