Chapter 177

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he said. “Mrs. Garrett hasn’t seen her since breakfast and you haven’t gotten out of bed all day. What the hell were you thinking? Are you fucking hungover again?” “Not so loud Barry,” Heather wailed, “I can’t think when you yell at me.” “I am fucking done with you,” he said. “Pack your shit and get the hell out of my house. This was the absolute last fucking straw.” “How is this my fault?” she yelled, getting out of bed. “You’re her mother, Heather, you were meant to be looking after her, and yet, here you are, hungover on a Tuesday morning and feeling sorry for yourself. Well, I’ve had it up to fucking here with your sorry excuses. Get the hell out of here before I call the police and have you thrown out.” He turned and stormed from the room. He needed his phone. Where was his goddamned phone! He stalked into his office and picked up the landline, dialing triple zero for the police. His daughter was missing and he needed to find her or he would go fucking i