Gin & Jewels by Kimberly Knight

Gin & Jewels by Kimberly Knight

Author:Kimberly Knight
Language: eng
Format: epub


On my way home, I decided to stop by The Velvet Box because Cassie still hadn’t responded to my texts. I needed to see with my own eyes that she was okay and just ignoring me. Maybe I’d apologize for whatever it was that I did. I parked and walked into the store, but I didn’t see her.

“Hi, welcome to The Velvet Box. Are you looking for anything specific today?” an older man asked. I didn’t recognize him.

“Actually, is Cassie working today?”

“No, she’s not in. Is there anything I can help you with?”

I sighed. “No. She’s a friend, and I just haven’t been able to get ahold of her today. I’m starting to worry.”

The man blinked and tilted his head slightly. “You can’t get ahold of her either?”

Either? “No, she hasn’t called or texted me back all day.”

“She was supposed to work today but didn’t show up, and she didn’t call to tell me why.”

My heart stopped. That didn’t sound like Cassie even though I didn’t know her all that well, but I knew the job was a new one, and she didn’t seem like the type to chance it. Plus, she had talked about needing money to travel. “Really?”

He nodded. “She’s never missed a shift before. It’s not like her.”

“Did you try her emergency contact?”

“No.” He shook his head. “We thought she quit or something.”

“Can you try calling now while I’m here?”

“Sure. Let me get the info from my office, and I’ll give them a call.” I waited a few minutes for him to return. “They didn’t answer either.”

“Is her brother her emergency contact?” I asked.

“He is.”

“Thanks. If you hear from her, can you please tell her to call Brad? I’m just worried about her.”

“Sure. I’ll leave a note in her locker.”

“Thanks.” I tapped the glass case and then turned to leave. I didn’t have a good feeling, and my gut was telling me that something was wrong.

I drove straight to her house, walked up to the door, and rang the doorbell three times in a row. It opened, and the young woman who answered wasn’t Cassie. “Is Cassie home?” I asked.

“No.”

“What about her brother?”

“No.”

I sighed, frustrated. “When was the last time you saw her?”

“Why?” she sassed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Because it’s important.”

“Why?”

I was losing patience. “Because Cassie hasn’t returned my calls, nor did she show up for work.”

“Well, I haven’t seen her.”

“Since when?” I asked again.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Yesterday maybe.”

“Do you live here too?”

“Why? You a cop or something?”

I furrowed my brows. “What? No, I’m not a cop.”

“Then why do you care?”

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. “Because I’m worried about Cassie. Can I go look in her room?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Oh, thank God. “Which one is it?”

I passed her as she spoke. “Top of the stairs on the left.”

“Thanks.” I took the stairs two at a time and entered the room. Immediately, I noticed Cassie’s purse on her dresser and her cell phone beside it. I picked up the phone and saw that she had several missed calls and text messages on her lock screen.



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