[Balancing the coffees in one hand she helps open the door to his bedroom, motioning for him to go inside first and once they are both in his room she hip checks the door shut. She falters when he mentions the shit that was going on under the club, almost spilling coffee on herself. She swears and sets the cups down, sighing unhappily.

This was awful for a number of reasons and it made her feel sick to her stomach to know that every time she was at work there could have been girls below her, being hurt and killed.]

Fuck. I...didn't know. Jason I feel awful.

[She looks at him, her brows knitted together in concern.]

How many have gone missing?