"Where is she?" Max growled into the phone, clutching it tightly as Sammy sat in the driver's seat, waiting for a command to start the car.
"Wow," the woman said, "hello to you, too, Maddox."
"You saw her today," he told the lady. "Where is she?"
The old woman sighed through the other line. "Who's she?"
"Quit playing games," Max snapped. "You saw Ember today, where is she?"
"Oh," was all she responded with, as if surprised.
"Tell me," he urged.
"Yes, I saw her today while I was getting groceries... she... hmm... Oh, she was sitting on the sidewalk on Park Avenue, I think? She was crying and holding herself, it was a hard sight."
"Where on Park Avenue?" he questioned.
"Uhm..." she uttered, "near the Walmart?"
"Sammy, Walmart, Park Avenue, go."
She started the car and drove off seconds later.
"What happened with you and her?" Max questioned then.
The old lady sighed through the other line. "She looked shaken, afraid, and dehydrated, so I bought her some water, and we parted ways."
She was crying that much?
God, he was an asshole.
"Do you have any idea where she went?" Max quizzed.
"Uh, no..." the old lady responded.
"Alright," Max said, "bye."
And he hung up without another word.
He glanced up at Sammy. "How long until we get there?"
"That far? It's eleven miles, maybe five minutes."
He nodded then. "Go faster. Speed if you have to. She's probably freezing."
YOU ARE READING
Hell Fire (Wild Fire: 2) (FINISHED)
Teen FictionHe's dangerous, but I love that about him. Two months ago, I met Maddox Jones; a stuck-up teen boy who suddenly stepped into my psychology class in the middle of the semester; the same man who vowed on the day my father died, to protect me. I was a...