~Evric's POV~
He pulled out his phone. "Tell me everything, Evric. What was the name of the bar? What time did you arrive? And give me the full, verified address of Nicki."
I recited the details, feeling a flicker of hope for the first time since yesterday.
"Good," Evans said, tapping quickly on his phone. "We'll start with the bar's security footage and personnel. We're going to find out who drove you from the bar, and if you were conscious when you left. Until then, you stay here.
Evans immediately began making calls, speaking in low, sharp tones, clearly activating his own network of contacts. I stood watching him, fidgeting with the phone in my hand.
"Evans," I interrupted quietly. "I need to call Zayn. Just to check on his mom's health."
Evans stopped talking, covered the microphone on his phone, and nodded once. "Go ahead. You need that right now."
