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“Good job guys! Take five!” Jody shouts out from behind the cameraman, giving a thumbs up to Colt who’s still wiping sand off his shoulders from the last stunt. He returns the thumbs-up. A double barrel roll in a Jeep, no biggie.
“Love ya, Jodes.” Colt murmurs as he passes by her side. He gets a light slap on the back of his head and all he does is snicker.
Walking over to the break area, Colt picks his phone up just to see his notifications being absolutely bombarded by missed calls from an unknown number—28 missed calls to be exact.
Colt furrows his brows and attempts to recall the number but is interrupted by yet another incoming call from the mysterious caller.
He picks it up, only slightly pissed, “Yellow, Colt Seavers speaking.”
“Colton, took you long enough to pick up your phone you fuck-” The voice through the line is hushed.
“Don’t… call me that. Who exactly is this?” Colt asks with a nervous chuckle. He suspects this to be a prank call, already considering hanging up.
“You’re kidding, right…? I– It’s Holland–” Now he hasn’t heard of that name in a while. Holland March, also known as Colt’s older brother. He isn’t actually known as Colt’s older brother, moreso a mediocre private detective.
The age gap between Holland and Colt was a jarring whole 9 years age difference between them. Might as well have been a whole decade considering the fact that Holland was born in February while Colt’s a December baby. They didn’t have much in common because of that, thus the weak relationship.
After their parents divorced, their relationship began drifting even further apart when Holland decided to live with their dad whilst Colt and his twin brother with their mom. That was about the last time he had seen Holland.
That was until today when he spam called Colt to hell.
“—And it’s about your baby brother.”
Colt’s heart dropped to his gut when the next two words were spoken.
“Ryland’s disappeared.”