Rebekah paced around her bedroom with a deep frown etched between her brows as she dialed her hitman's line for what was probably the hundredth time in that last two days.
What was going on? Why wasn't his line reachable? Did something happen to him? She had even been to his apartment to find him but had noticed that the place was empty, even the dirty plates on the sink seemed like they had been left there for days.
It was unlike Sam. What was more disturbing was the fact that she was yet to hear any news about Jade's possible death from her daughters.
She knew that if something had happened to Jade she would know have heard from them by now since Jade was the lawyer handling Jackson's case.
All of this made her feel uneasy. Did he perhaps get caught? No. That was impossible. There was no way Jade could possibly have overpowered him.
What then could have happened to him? Why did she keep having this queasy feeling?
