You Can't Run Hope Davis (free ebook reader .txt) 📖

I am just one man, and besides me, you probably know her best. So, if I can figure out who took her, it will save us time. I can’t just knock on every door in the state. Otherwise, I already would have.”

Kevin was quiet. He was embarrassed by his outburst now.

“I need you to tell me what you know about Trevor.”

Now he was confused. “What about Trevor?”

“He’s missing as well. The Foreman at the site said he never showed up for work today. We triangulated his cell and found that the last place it had service was at Naya’s house. He hasn’t been seen or heard from since, and his cell has been shut off.”

Kevin felt his mouth drop open. “Seems like you know way more than me.”

Atlas rolled his eyes. “Not like that, tell me what kind of man he is, how long you have known him et cetera.”

“Well, I met him about six months ago when he showed up at the construction site I was running at the time and asked for a job. We always need people, so I gave him one.” Kevin rubbed his chin remembering the day. Back when Vance had just gone on leave and they were constantly shorthanded.

“Did you do a background check or anything?”

Kevin hadn’t noticed, but Atlas had, at some point, pulled out a notepad and a pen and was taking notes.

“Uh. No. In the construction world we don’t really do much paperwork. If the men want direct deposit, we do need a check from their bank. Otherwise, a scan of their ID showing they live in the US and they are good to go.”

“So, you don’t run social security numbers through the system?” Atlas had one of his eyebrows raised.

“No.” Kevin shook his head. “That’s part of what makes construction so appealing to recent immigrants, they can work the job with just a green card or driver’s license.”

“Well, what kind of car does Trevor drive?”

“A Chevy Silverado truck, black, I’m not a huge car guy, but if I had to guess it is about the same age as my truck, so 2018 or 2019.” Kevin didn’t like where this conversation was going. “Wait, do you think he took Naya?”

Atlas pulled out his phone and sent a quick text, probably the car information if Kevin had to guess. “Well, I think there’s a chance, yes. Do you have any idea where Trevor lived?”

Kevin rubbed his forehead. “He gave me the address when he first started working for me of course, I would have to call the office to get the exact address now, but I believe it was somewhere on Blake Street.”

Kevin watched as Atlas froze. “What did you say?”

“It was an apartment on Blake Street, he was subletting from someone. I never went there. We always just hung out at Vance’s place because it seemed to be easier.”

He put down his pen and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Kevin was really confused now, but he didn’t want to make himself look like an idiot, so he just stayed quiet.

Atlas pulled out his phone and dialed while Kevin looked on.

“Get all the units you can headed out east. Yeah, I think it’s our guy. Black Chevy Silverado. I’ve got guys looking for the plates now. Yes, keep the units at Blake Street in case he comes back there.”

He hung up the phone. “You’re welcome to stay here if you want, or you can leave. But do me a favor, can you contact Vance’s parents? We can do it if you don’t want to, but I think it will sound better coming from you than me.”

Kevin nodded as Atlas left the room in a hurry. He pulled his phone out from his pocket, pausing when he unlocked it and the background picture was a photo from a hiking trip him and Vance had taken a few years before.

On Sunday, when Vance had pulled him aside to say goodbye, it had sounded so much like he was giving up. And Kevin had said so. They hadn’t exactly argued, but now Kevin understood why he had wanted to say goodbye so soon. He had known something bad was coming.

Why hadn’t he gone to check on Vance last night instead of sending Trevor?

He knew there was no use in thinking about the past now, but he just hoped Naya was okay wherever she was. And that Atlas would find her, and quick.

He found Vance and Naya’s mothers’ number in his phone and pressed dial, closing his eyes and leaning back in the chair while he waited for her to answer.

“Hey Kevin! How’s Vance?” She answered in such a cheerful voice Kevin found himself tongue tied for the second time that day.

“Uh.” He choked as he tried to formulate the words.

“Kevin?” Vance’s mother could immediately tell this was not a social call.

“You better come back. He… uh… this morning.” He managed to get out eventually, trying to hold himself together by avoiding the actual words.

“No!” Vance’s mom started sobbing into the phone. “Naya, let me talk to Naya.”

Kevin’s chest seized as he realized that he had not once piece of bad news, but two to deliver.

“Uh, oh God, Mrs. Largusa I-I-I...” He paused and took a breath; he could do this. “Naya is missing.”

“WHAT?!” She screamed into the phone then she heard her call for Naya’s father who must have been in another room. He heard her babble incoherently away from the phone for a second before Mr. Largusa answered.

“Wait, tell me from the beginning. Just what is going on over there?” Kevin could see where Naya got her police officer tendencies from, her dad was all business. He let no emotion into his voice.

Kevin took a deep breath. He could do this. “Naya’s partner called me this