Chapter 334

MASON Ikeep checking the time, but it doesn’t change the fact that King is thirty minutes late, which is unlike him. When he does get caught up, he calls, and I haven’t heard from him since he left my office this morning. His phone goes straight to voicemail, and I tell myself that he could be somewhere he can’t get a signal. There are all manner of explanations to explain his tardiness and his lack of contact. He could have been in some kind of accident and be bleeding out in a gutter somewhere. I tell myself to calm the fuck down, but that doesn’t stop me from calling every hospital in the state of New York to see if he’s there. It’s after seven-thirty by the time I’ve confirmed that nobody by the first name of King or Kyngston or the last name Blackthorn or Worthington has been admitted today. Something’s happened to him. There’s a sinking feeling deep in my gut that I’ve learned to trust over the years. After what happened yesterday, I’m certain that he intended to confront his fat