Chapter Eight: The Party
"Shit!!!!" Theo woke up to the sound of his own phone calling, vibrating violently on the bedside table.
His heart jumped, so did his whole body!
He sat up straight, disoriented. For a few seconds, he didn't even remember falling asleep. "When did I…?"
His jacket was still half on, his shoes still on the floor.
The screen glowed in the dark room, flashing message after message from Frank.
Frank: Turn on the news.
Frank: Answer your damn phone, Theo.
Frank: Where's Danielle?
Theo's pulse spiked. "What the hell…" He checked the time…it was past midnight.
He rushed from the bed and ran to Danielle's door, knocking once. "Danielle?" No answer once again.
"Danielle!" He hit the door harder this time.
"I'm coming in! Fuck this! The bed was empty, the window half open, curtains fluttered with the mountain wind. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
Theo swore under his breath and yanked out his phone. "You've got to be kidding me."
