JENNIE
Broken glass crunches under my feet as I shift side to side, waiting patiently. Or as close to patiently as I can manage.
At last, when Mike is done talking to the police, I go up to him. "Where is she?" I ask, and not nicely.
"She left with Christian Vance." Mike's eyes are void of all emotion. His look makes me calm down a bit, recognize that this isn't his fault. This is his wedding day, and it's been ruined.
I look around at the broken wood and ignore the whispers coming from the nosy onlookers. My stomach is in knots, and I try to hold myself together. "Where did they go?"
"I don't know." He buries his head in his hands.
Kimberly taps my shoulder. "Look, when the police are done with those guys, if we stick around, they might want to talk to you, too."
I glance back and forth between the door and Mike. I nod, then follow Kimberly outside to prevent drawing any of the cops' attention to me.
"Can you try Christian again? I'm sorry, I just need to talk to Lisa." I shiver in the chill air.
"I'll try again," she promises, and we walk across the parking lot to her rental car.
A slow, sinking feeling sets in my stomach as I watch yet another police officer enter the swanky bar. I'm terrified for Lisa, not because of the police, but because I'm afraid of how she will handle all this when she's alone with Christian.
I see Smith sitting quietly in the backseat of the car and lean my elbows onto the trunk and close my eyes.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Kimberly shouts, breaking me out of my thoughts. "We'll find her!" she snaps and ends the call.
"What's happening?" My heart is pounding so loud that I'm afraid I won't hear her answer.
"Lisa got out of the car and Christian lost track of her." She gathers her hair and pulls it into a ponytail. "It's almost time for that damn wedding," she says, looking toward the door of the bar where Mike stands, alone.
"This is a disaster," I groan, sending a silent prayer that Lisa is on her way back here.
I grab my phone again, and some of the panic decreases when I see her name on the missed-call list. With shaking hands, I dial her back and wait. And wait. And get no answer. I call back again and again, only to get her voicemail each time.