Page 136 of Shattered Veil
“It wasn’t easy.”
I grab the tracker device from Shane’s grasp. “What the hell is she doing in Beacon, New York?”
Where the hellisBeacon, New York? I never fucking heard of it.
“Her phone’s SIM card isn’t pinging anymore. But...” Shane takes a breath. “I used that tracker you put in the back of the phone, under the case.”
Something I never told her about. “And?”
“I got a read on it. But it’s fading. Dying.”
“Why?Fucking talk, Quinlan.”
His jaw tightens as he says, “Her purse is at the bottom of the Hudson River.”
I stagger back into a chair. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“That doesn’t mean she is.” Eoghan comes up next to me and rubs my shoulders. “Hold it together. We’ll find her.”
“I was also able to track her movements on the day she disappeared,” Shane says. “She went to a clinic in Manhattan. Saw a...gynecologist.”
My head snaps up. “The day she went missing? Saturday?”
“And my team is scouring cameras to piece together where she went after that appointment.” Shane lays a laptop in front of me. “This video is her going into the clinic.”
Seeing her stroll into that building alone tears my heart out. I miss her so damn much. It stings more because she was angry with me. I was supposed to go with her to see the doctor. Instead, she went to a clinic without me.
And didn’t tell me.
She didn’t want me there.
That meant she planned to tell me it was over between us. It feels like broken glass in my mouth when I try to swallow that down.
“There’s more information on her visit, if you want it, Balor.” Shane eyes me with a wary, flat smile, cautious of my reaction. “I dug further into her records.”
“She told me she wanted to see the doctor and confirm the pregnancy before we made an announcement,” I say the words as fear paralyzes me. “She is pregnant, right?”
The idea she lost the baby or wasn’t pregnant in the first place, even though multiple at-home tests confirmed it, has me reeling.
“She’s preggers all right.” Shane cups my shoulder andbends down to whisper in my ear. “She’s having twins, Balor.”
Twins. Ella is having twins. We’re not strangers to twins. Darragh and Cormac are twins. Kieran has twins. Now...me. The guy who didn’t even want a relationship.
“Oh, we got more footage of her. I’m pairing my laptop.” Shane grabs a remote and switches on my large-screen monitor across from the desk. “Here she is going into the doctor, and coming out. She walks home to her father’s apartment. We got her on a series of cameras.”
A montage of her movements, stills and grainy videos, eat at my sanity.
“She gets home, but then a few hours later, here’s what happens.” Shane fast forwards. “Here she is, getting into a car.”
“A car?” I stand up.
“From what I further pieced together, an Uber was called to her father’s building.”
“One Uber?” Eoghan says, hiking up to the screen. “I see two cars.”
“Guys, shut the fuck up with the commentary.” They forget I’m the real expert. “Let me just watch the fucking video.”
It plays, and every second destroys me. She’s dressed up to go out with her friends. I see Hannah, Val, and a woman I don’t know by the other car. Why did they make her go alone? Was she planning to go somewhere else?