Garrus didn't skip a beat. "Cindy never showed up," he said, voice hurried. But he decided to take a deep breath, calm down a bit, even out his voice and all before continuing. "Not answering calls. No texts. She's not at the store. She's not at the safe house Leliana put us in. She's not fucking anywhere that she would be."
He was at Shoegasm now, about to follow the road that she would have taken to the restaurant. He'd wait until he eased himself more, took another breath and rubbed a hand over his face. Everything that was once pressed and neat on him was now disheveled. "Something's fucking wrong, Pete. Really wrong."