#Chapter 183 Getting Answers

Aiden’s POV “What’s the password to her phone?” I asked, glaring at the name that flashed across Katrina’s phone. It was Allen’s name. She was in contact with the person Carol was last seen with. I could hardly contain my own anger; my fists clenched tightly around the phone, my knuckles going white. I was surprised that the phone didn’t shatter in my hands. “Probably something basic like her birthday,” Oliver suggested. When I tried her birthday and it didn’t work, I let out a throaty growl. “Try your birthday,” Fiona said, narrowing her eyes at the phone. “She’s just crazy enough to do that.” I didn’t want to believe that Katrina was that crazy, but at this point, I would do anything to find Carol. I had a feeling the answers to my questions were on Katrina’s phone. I didn’t want to believe that Katrina, my long-time friend, had anything to do with Carol’s disappearance, but I didn’t have a good feeling about this. I typed in my birthday and when her phone unlocked,