The moment he closed the door, Damon’s phone rang.
“Caroline?” he detto when answering.
“Damon, can I speak to Elena?” Caroline asked. “She won’t answer my calls”
“She’s a little distracted” Damon said. “Maybe I can help” he offered.
“You could, but I don’t think te will” Caroline sighed.
“Try me” Damon detto a little tired.
“Would te come to the station and call Bonnie so we can find out where she is? I tried, but she won’t answer my phone calls. Maybe she will answer you” Caroline detto not very hopeful.
“I won’t have to see her, right? Just call her?” Damon wanted to make sure.
“No, te just have to call her and stay in conversation with her long enough to find out where she is” Caroline assured him.
“Okay, just give me second” Damon detto and he hung up. “Elena?” he detto to the door. “I’m leaving, but I’m coming back. te don’t have to stay in that room”
No answer. Damon sighed and raced to the front door, getting outside.
Five minuti later he arrived at the police station where Sherrif Forbes, one of her deputies and Caroline were waiting for him.
“You have no idea how grateful I am you’re doing this” Caroline detto breathless.
“Yeah, whatever” Damon said. “So, I just have to call her?”
“Wait, we need to connect your phone onto our machine” Liz said. Damon pulled out his phone and gave it to the sheriff, who attached it to the machine. “Okay, go for it”
Damon dialed Bonnie’s number, while a part, a big part, of him wished she wouldn’t answer. But as soon as he wanted to end the call he heard a click.
“Damon?” a female voice said.
“Katherine?” Damon exclaimed.
“Why would te call this number?” Katherine asked highly agitated.
“What are te doing with Bonnie’s phone?” Damon asked, più curious than anything else.
“Since when do we call the cagna da first name again?” Katherine asked.
“Did te hurt her?” Damon asked quickly. He signed at Caroline she had to go to the location the machine had marked.
“So what if I did? te wouldn’t care, now would you?” Katherine detto now really nervous. “You wouldn’t, would you?” she repeated accenting, when Damon didn’t answer.
“No, of course not, but unfortunately there are people who still care about her and those people I care about” Damon said.
“Well, I don’t-” The conversation was over.
Damon looked at Liz. “Can I go now?”
Liz nodded and gave him back his phone. “You want to come with us?”
“No, and te shouldn’t go either. Katherine’s no match for you, Liz” Damon said. “I’m going home”
Once home he went straight to his bedroom, to find Elena being gone. That didn’t mean anything, she could be in another part of the house. “Elena?” Damon shouted. When he didn’t hear an answer he walked to her bedroom. The closet and drawers were open and though they weren’t empty he could see some of the clothes were missing. She had left.