your heart to me last night...” I bit my tongue at her interpretation. “If she didn't do this to let out some tension, then why? To break her 'Oh look at me, I'm an out of control rocker' cherry?”
There was sweat staining my throat, a sickening warmth turning my belly into a fetid swamp. This doesn't make sense. Could Lola—would Lola—do this? “Are you sure it was her?” I asked.
Brenda sat on the edge of the bed. “She didn't answer when I knocked this morning, I guess she could have run away and it was the cleaning lady who went bonkers and smashed everything.”
Lowering my brows, I scowled at her. “Take this seriously.”
“I am taking it seriously.” She patted her purse emphatically. “Ten grand worth of seriously. Drez, this isn't the first time someone has smashed up a hotel room on tour.”
The longer I stood near the mess, the more my paranoia prickled. “I can't see her doing this.”
Brenda stood and came my way. Glass crunched under her heels. “You can't imagine breaking things out of anger? You, of all people?”
I wouldn't be blinded by guilt. “This is Lola we're talking about, not me.”
“Sure, but she doesn't have a clean history when it comes to violence, either."
Lola's tattoos swam through my memory. "It feels wrong. Can't you see that?" I waved around the room, facing Brenda down. "Even if she was mad at me, this is too much. Something else is going on." I fished my phone out in a hurry. The fact she hadn't called me, texted me, anything at all since we'd last spoken... it left me cold. Everything will be fine.
As soon as I saw her, it would be fine.
Her voicemail beeped. I didn't leave a message, I just dialed again. And again. Each time, the tendons in my forearm flexed harder. By the time Brenda reached out to touch my elbow, I was aching with pain. "Where is she?" I snapped. "The show's in three hours. She needs to be here."
“Drez—”
“Let's find the guys.” My voice cracked, I cleared it with a snarl. “Maybe they know where she is or what happened in here."
Unlike Lola, Porter and Colt were indeed in their own rooms. There's were connected, making it easy to flash the lights on in one while shouting through the open door at the other.
"Ugh," Colt groaned. "What the hell are you doing? Is it time for the show?"
“Lola,” I said briskly, trying to get Colt to focus on my eyes. “Have you seen her?”
“What?” Pushing me off of him, he yanked a dirty shirt on over his head. “What time is it, man?”
“Have you seen Lola?”
“I—no, not since yesterday.” The drummer walked through into Porter's room. The bigger man was sitting up shirtless in bed, his head in his hands. Grabbing a glass, Colt filled it in the bathroom, grimacing as he took a swig of sink water. “Ugh. That tastes awful.”
I wasn't listening, I'd followed him into the room, busy with grabbing at Porter's shoulders. “Tell me you've seen Lola.”
Porter looked me in the eye. I saw the red veins and yellow tint—they'd drank hard last night. “Something's wrong, isn't it?” he asked.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Brenda said, leaning around the corner of the doorway. “You guys have any wild parties last night? Or hear anything like a party from Lola's room?”
Coming up behind us, Colt spoke around a toothbrush in his mouth. “We played a drinking game. We both lost—and won—if that gives you an idea of what we heard.”
I scraped at my scalp, no longer hiding my nerves. “Her room was wrecked, and she won't answer when I call her.”
Rolling her eyes, Brenda studied her phone. “She wouldn't talk to you if she was breaking-televisions-levels-of-pissed." She was acting calmer than she was, I could tell by how her foot was tapping rapidly on the beige rug.
Porter threw the blankets aside, sticking his legs into some jeans and grabbing a jersey off of a chair. “You call her then, Brenda," he said.
Energy flooded me; I gripped my manager by the shoulders, shaking her. “That's perfect! Call her. If she doesn't pick up, then this has to be about more than me.”
“Whoa, easy!” Digging her nails into my wrists, Brenda pushed me off. “I'll call her, calm down. I think you're missing the point, though.” Lifting her cell, she tapped the buttons. “I left voice mails for everyone this morning. Her too. No one called me back.”