Page 59 of Widow's Walk

“What’s wrong?” I rush out, bracing for the worst.

“We found two of our guys dead in the hedge maze,” Scout says.

“How?”

“Stabbed to death. It looks like they were killed just outside of it and dragged in. I haven’t made it to the control room yet,” Scout explains.

Hawk nods. “I found them.”

My blood chills, and I start beelining for the control room. “How did no one catch this?” I growl out.

There’s no need for any of them to answer because I’m met with it as soon as we get there. Both men on duty are dead.

“Motherfucker,” I say, seething. “Get everyone on this,” I order without looking at them. “Now!”

I shove one of the bodies aside to start scrolling through footage for clues. My phone goes off and I answer it without seeing who it is. “Yeah,” I clip.

“What the hell is going on?” My father demands on the other side of the call.

“Trying to figure that out right now.”

He sighs. “Can you handle this?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Call me when you do.”

I hang up and focus on reviewing the footage. Starting with the one on the maze. Rolling it in reverse until something catches my eye. Feet first, a body being dragged. Then another figure steps into frame.

I freeze it there. “Start with this,” I direct to Scout, then look to Hawk. “Where’s Sinclair?” I ask even though I know the answer.

“I have everyone on it,” he quickly replies.

I run out of the room and try calling her. I call over and over, all going unanswered. “Fuck!” I yell, taking the steps two at a time.

I try her room first. Barreling in, I already know she isn’t here. I can feel it. Pivoting my head, I stomp over to the side table where my attention is being drawn.

Her phone.

Her ring.

And a note.

Left, but not gone.

Stepping into the dark to set the stage.

A kiss for the crowd, a dagger for the king.

The finale is mine.

I bare my teeth with an animalistic snarl, crushing the note in my hand. Jumping into action, I leave the room, knowing I’m not going to find anything helpful there.

I place my phone to my ear and my father picks up after the first ring. “Yeah.”

“She knows,” I say, running down the stairs.

“Where is she?”