Forever My Angel by Kelly Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

word when Angel first disappeared, which seems like so long ago. Anytime something happens, good or bad, I want to share it with my sister. I hope someday she'll decide to dream bigger than a bartender, and then she’ll have important things to share too, rather than just trivial ones. But for all the talking we do, how is it that the one time I need her to she won't pick up her damn phone? And hell, why wasn't she already dialing my number to check on me?
    “She isn’t answering,” I tell the officer. Angel’s brow furrows. She knows as well as I do that this isn’t normal behavior for Chelsea. "I think I better go see—” Before I can finish that statement, the phone lights up in my hand and “Barbie Girl” begins to play. The officer smirks, but I don’t care.
    “There you are! I was worried.” I have zero shame in telling my sister I was concerned about her.
    Chelsea is clearly distracted. She's on the phone with me, but I don't know where her mind is. “Sorry, had my phone on silent.”
    I could throttle her. Maybe someday she'll care enough about someone to have half a clue what it's like to worry when they don't pick up the phone. “Cut that shit out. I worry about you.”
    “You worry about everyone. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” I know she likes to think she can, but she doesn't have any clue just how breakable she is. She’s fierce, sure, but what does she think she’s going to do? Scratch someone’s eyes out with her cherry-red nails? No. I know, she thinks she’ll just solve any trouble that comes her way with her magical rusty spoon. Well, she can keep her delusions while I watch her back.
    “I need you to come over to your townhouse.” Exasperation creeps into my tone.
    “Just take a deep breath and try to relax. I’ll come by in the morning.”
    I didn’t want to scare her over the phone, but as usual she’s being difficult. “I need you to come now. Listen, don’t freak, but someone broke into your house tonight, and—”
    “–I’ll have to call you back.” There’s a short beep in my ear, followed by a dial tone.
    I’m going to fucking kill her. As soon as I make sure she’s safe, I’m going to kill her.

Chapter Seven
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    “I ’ll just stay here and start cleaning up the mess,” Angel says with a weary sigh.
    I don’t have time to argue with her. I need to go to the bar and shake some sense into Chelsea, then drag her back here with me. My patience with my two girls has grown so thin tonight, it’s nonexistent. The officers are finishing up processing the scene, and my dingbat sister hasn’t called back. What part of ‘I was worried and there was a damn break-in’ did she not comprehend?
    “Get your coat, Angel.”
    She doesn’t argue or fight me on it. She just nods and lowers her eyes. Mrs. Peters pats Angel’s arm. “Just leave Miss Molly with me. We’ll keep each other company until you get back.”
    We’re about to leave when Chelsea finally calls me back. Before I can even yell at her, she tells me there’s been a break-in at the bar, too. I confer briefly with the officers, letting them know about the second breech, and they assure me they’ll speak with the neighboring precinct right away. Yeah right. Then I hurry Angel to my Denali and break every speed limit between the townhouse and the bar, arriving in record time.
    I spend most of the drive on the phone with Kevin, who’s running about twenty minutes behind me. We go over what we know, which is very little at this point. The rest of the time, my mind spins with what-ifs.
    As soon as I pull into the parking lot, I stop the truck beside Angel’s Mustang and throw it into park. The lot is relatively full, considering the late hour: police cruisers, unmarked sedans, and Ware’s truck. What in the world is he doing here? If he came to harass Chelsea, I'm going to harass his ass with my foot.
    I can’t make it through the door fast enough. I need to see with my own