Wayne who was equally restless and could not just keep watching the girls cry over and over. He picked his phone and dialed Jace's phone number although he doubts that Jace will pick his call.
To his astonishment, the great young master Jace picked his call for the first time in a long time. He gulped and prayed he won't mess up this opportunity he got.
"Hi, Jace. It is me Wayne. We used to be friends in high school," he said trying to sound as respectful as he could knowing fully well unlike his friends that Jace was older than him and the power he welded was beyond him.
"I remember," he heard Jace answer with a deep cold voice he found unable to recognize. He could not find the usual jovial Jace in that voice.
"I . . . I . . .," he began but found himself stuttering. "Rose . . . She is missing. The police have been trying to find her and it seems she was hurt badly," Wayne narrated glad he finally stopped stuttering.
