Chapter 22

Ash slammed his fist against the wall of his apartment, the sound ridiculously satisfying. After three days of trying to discover where Violet had gone, he’d gotten nothing. Nothing! He’d gone to Martha’s, only to have the woman basically kick him out of her house.

“If she doesn’t want you to know, then I’m not going to tell you,” Martha had said. “It’s as simple as that.”

Ash had cajoled; he’d begged; he’d been close to threatening a woman when Martha had looked at him like the lowliest of worms. He’d left, tail between his legs, cursing everyone and everything.

Violet had a sister in Seattle, but what good was that information? He couldn’t very well go down to the city and knock on the door of every apartment, house, condo, or yacht he encountered. No matter how much he was tempted to do just that.

“Goddammit, Violet,” he muttered, rubbing his aching knuckles. “Where the hell did you go?”

She’d still had his number blocked, his calls going to voicemail and his texts unanswered.