"Roman!" Dean yelled.
Roman blew out his breath and put the dumbbells down. He grabbed the towel next to him and dried the sweat off his forehead. Dean came storming into Roman's homemade gym with a furious look on his face.
"What's up, dog?" Roman asked.
"Dee!" Dean growled.
"So the rumor online is true? She's really missing?" Roman asked.
"Motherfucking bitch snuck out somehow. She dotched the alarm and everything," Dean said.
"She probably just disabled it by using the code like any other normal human," Roman said.
"She doesn't know the code," Dean said.
"That's odd," Roman shrugged. "Even if you changed it without telling her, she probably knew it. You're not good at covering it when you enter a password or pincode anywhere."
Dean started pacing the floor in front of Roman. Roman knew this song and dance. There wasn't anything he could say to make Dean calm down. It was best to remain quiet and just go with the flow with whatever Dean was saying.
"It's embarrassing. The entire world knows my wife went missing," Dean stopped pacing. "Have you read the theories online?"
"I only read the headlines," Roman said.
"The leading theory is that I killed her and hid her body somewhere on my land. They say I abused her. That I beat her and shit. You know Dee. She's clumsy. Always tripping over things and walking into stuff," Dean said.
Roman had seen Dee with bruises and wounds way more often than he liked. There was always an excuse. She walked into a door. She got caught in the car door. She tripped over some clothes dropped on the floor. It sounded like all the classic excuses of a victim of abuse. He had worried a lot about the woman with the brown eyes and the shoulder long, dark brown hair.
"I'm not judging," Roman said.
Dean sighed and nodded. Roman was a good friend. Roman would go to battle for him if he asked his friend to, and he was about to ask just that.
"I'll admit I sometimes lose my temper but who doesn't?" Dean asked.
"Still not judging," Roman said.
"I know. You're a good friend," Dean blew out his breath. "I have a favor to ask of you."
"Anything," Roman said.
"I need you to help me find her. She left her phone behind and I went through it. I got some good guesses where to go but I'm not sure what I'll meet those places. I need backup," Dean said.
"Alright," Roman said. "Let me grab a quick shower and some fresh clothes, and we'll buy coffee on the way."
"Thank you," Dean said.
Roman stood up and placed his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"We'll find her," Roman said.
"We better," Dean said.
"Dean, we'll find her," Roman spoke calmly. "Have some faith in us. We're good at teaming up. She can run but she can't hide."