Taking a break from skating for a minute, he went to check his phone to see if anyone had called him. He in fact had four messages waiting; three in the form of texts, and the last in the form of a voice mail from Nathan. Which he chose to listen to first.
“Hey, man. I know you're probably not going to like hearing this,” Alex prepared for the worst. Nathan's tone wasn't uplifting. “but Angela...I don't know how to say this but...I just heard from a friend at Methodist, and she's gone.”
Alex sighed again, now starting to feel his anger and frustration coming back. However, he was relieved to at least know what the final word was. Or so he thought as the message continued. “Not gone as in dead, though. I mean gone gone, like she's gone missing.”
Hearing that sentence, Alex's face contorted. Stopping the message mid-play, he redialed Nathan's number, and within two rings he picked up. “Hello?”
“Hey Nathan. It's me.” Alex replied, his voice showing a hint of worry.
Nathan's tone didn't shift as he replied. “You got my message, didn't you?”
“Yes, I did. Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah. They got her to the hospital, but then her body vanished from the morgue.”
For a second, Alex was stuck between feeling sadness and wondering what was going on. “Her body?”
“Yeah.” Nathan replied, his tone drawn and somber. “Pronounced after the ambulance arrived.”
Alex sighed. “Damn it.”
“I don't get it, man.”
“Organ stealing, maybe?” Alex said, trying to grasp at conclusions.
“I wouldn't rule it out, but why?”
“I don't know, but I hope they find out who did it. Sick bastard.” Neither of them said anything for a time until Nathan suggested another topic. However, the momentum of the talks was long gone at that point and the both of them hung up when they no longer had anything to say. Ignoring the three texts he had yet to answer, Alex decided to head home.