How Not To Be A Groupie

Chapter Sixty: Missing

"Bon! Open up!" 

Just my luck. Right when I need to take a piss, someone comes knocking on the door. Bon wasn't there to answer so it'd have to be me. And our guest would have to be patient if they knew what was good for them. 

"You're late, Bon, we've been waitin' for ya' for two hours!" 

I recognized Angus' voice. There were two hands knocking on the hotel room door so he might have had a friend with him. Inching my way around the dark bathroom I got myself fixed up and quickly washed my hands. The knocking got louder as I approached the door. I opened it and narrowly missed getting bopped on the head. 

"Sorry about that," Angus said, holding his hand away. 

"What's going on?" I asked. Out in the hallway stood Angus and Phil, both of them looking antsy. 

"Call Bon out, tell him it's time to go," Angus said. I looked back and forth between them. 

"Bon's not here," I said and both men froze. "He left a while ago."

"You're serious?" Angus asked, his tone not a happy one. I nodded and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Great."

"Where'd he go?" Phil asked.

"He said he was meeting a friend but he didn't say where," I said, concern building up. "What are you late for?"

"Band's got an interview downtown," Angus said. "They told us ten sharp an' it's almost thirty after." He looked at his watch. "Forty after, pardon me."

"Cliff an' Mal stayed behind an' we went lookin' for him," Phil said. "Thought he'd be here." Bon didn't mention anything about an interview. He left so early he probably thought he'd have enough time to visit his friend and still make it. Maybe he lost track of time. Or something happened to him....

Calm down, Hannah, you're from the future. If anything had happened to Bon, you'd be the first to know about it. 

Stelle's mother came to mind. I still wasn't convinced my being here had nothing to do with the accident. What if something happened to Bon because of me?

"I can help you look for him," I said grabbing the other key to the room. The men stepped back as I came out. 

"There's not many places to look," Phil said. "Unless ya' wanna scout the whole country."

"We'll do it if we have to," I said and Angus and Phil looked at each other. With talk of searching the whole country, both of them probably wished Cliff and Malcolm had gone looking instead. 

"You have any idea where he might be?" Angus asked. "You probably don't know which friend it was..."

"No, he didn't say," I said as we walked down the hall. The elevator was most likely still out of service and these two had to climb the stairs. "And I still don't know the area very well." Phil walked ahead of us, leading us to the stairwell. 

"Think it could have been Jack, Phil?" Angus asked, his voice echoing down the stairs. If I had known I'd be getting some exercise I would have done some stretches first. There was a stitch in my side already. "Or Henry?"

"Might be," Phil said. "They're in the Newcastle area, that's hours away. Shit..." Both men realized the severity of the situation and quickened their pace. I struggled to keep up, thankful I left my leather jacket behind. Running in the heat would kill me. 

"What will happen if we don't find him?" I asked. Phil crossed the lobby first, opening the door for Angus and I. We stepped outside and I was hit with a burst of hot sunshine. Across the street was the construction I heard; it looked like a new office was being built. With all the cones put up cars struggled to get where they were going and traffic built up. Everyone honked their horns. Some exchanged friendly swear words.