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Hunted, pt 2
Maddix Fischer thumped his fist on his desk in frustration. Something was wrong with Vance. Yeah, the man liked to go on hiking trips, but he never went for more than a week, and never without telling someone. Maddix rubbed the bridge of his nose with a finger. At least, he didn’t think Vance would do that.
From the beginning something about the man had called to him. Vance was funny, worked hard, and lived life with a passion that drew Maddix like a moth to flame. When they had decided to turn on their webcams - albeit without sound - during one of their talks, Maddix had nearly swallowed his tongue. Vance’s mop of dark, curly hair topped a narrowed, tanned face but his smile had been soft, shy almost, and it had lit up his dark eyes.
Maddix shook his head. All in all, Vance was the polar opposite of Maddix with his sandy blond hair, gray eyes and the pale skin of an IT geek.
He stared at the offline icon next to Vance’s name in the company directory, willing it to turn green. For what felt like years there had been a tiny red dot indicating the web designer hadn’t logged in for work, and that just wasn’t normal. Vance was dedicated, often online at all kinds of hours. Maddix knew that because he worked for the help desk and was on at all those crazy times too helping their overseas counterparts when he could.
Again he stared at the red menace. Then at the clock. Nine-thirty. Way past time for Vance to be on.
Closing his eyes, Maddix sighed, missing his friend.
“Are you mooning over that guy again?”
Through clenched teeth, Maddix replied, “I’m not mooning.” He spun in his chair to look at his cubicle mate, Allen. “I think something is wrong.”
“Right.” Allen leaned back in his chair, draping a hand over his rounded gut. “And you know this because he isn’t logging onto IM? Maybe he’s just waiting for you to get the clue?”
Maddix shook his head and glared at the other man. “We’re friends. And he hasn’t logged on for weeks. Not just days.” He frowned. Vance couldn’t be just avoiding him.
“Then why haven’t you called the police if you’re so worried for his safety?”
Maddix’s gaze snapped back to Allen.Why hadn’t he called? Was he really worried that it was more like what Allen suggested? That Vance just got bored with their talks? “You’re right. I need to call them.”
Allen grinned. “You do that.”
Maddix picked up his phone, a rift of defiance steeling his spine for the coming conversation with the police. He savored it. Needed it. The story he was going to have to tell the police would be outrageous enough if he told the truth of his connection to Vance. His gut tightened. He was going to have to lie. And some big whoppers too. He couldn’t be the IT tech stalking the IM light. He sucked in a deep breath and dialed the phone.
“Sterling Heights Police Department, how may I direct your call?”
“I…I need to report a missing person.” Maddix swallowed hard. “I can’t get a hold of my…my boyfriend.”
“One moment, please.”
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