Concerned....Worried....Scared

It's hard to put into words all that's buzzing around in my head at the moment.

Here are some basic facts:

We have a friend from Minnesota out here, her name is Becky.
Becky had her phone stolen from her purse on Friday.
Saturday, she came over to our house and drank with us. She was still here when I went to bed, but apparently she left around 3 a.m. to walk home (about 5-6 blocks away).

Today is Monday. After work, I went to the gym, came home and had supper. I was making lunch for tomorrow when Brad called to me from the living room. I went in there, and he was with some girl I didn't know.

They asked when I had last seen Becky. I told them it was Saturday, when she was here.

Becky didn't go in to work today. Apparently, she didn't buy a new phone, either...unless she got a new number.

So, nobody knows where Becky is....

The girl from her work asked if we knew where she lived, but we didn't know the address. I ran upstairs to grab a sweatshirt and my jacket, to try to lead the girl to Becky's place. When I got back downstairs, Brad had grabbed his jacket and was heading out the door with her, and I said I'd go. He said it was alright, he'd do it, and he left.

Well, what the hell am I supposed to do?

I tried calling Becky, but it went straight to voicemail.

I tried calling my sister, who is in contact with Becky 100 times a day, but she didn't answer.

I logged on to Facebook to see if she had used it in the last two days, and only found out that we weren't friends anymore, and her profile was set to private. Great.

I logged into MySpace and did a search for her, but couldn't find her.

Not being able to take it anymore, I tried walking to her place. It had been about 20 minutes (I reckon) since Brad left, and by the time I found the place, he and the girl were about a block ahead of me getting into the car.

I thought I heard the girl say "Bye Becky."

I assumed I'd walk back to the house, Brad would just be getting back, and everything would be alright.

But I walked back, and Brad wasn't here. He left his phone here (great-no updates). I assumed I had just beat him back, but they are in a car, and it's been more than 10 minutes since I got back.

I'm at a loss now.

Becky is a small, attractive girl who was walking home DRUNK at 3 a.m., and she was supposed to work the next day.

Honestly, I'm terrified. This is a big city. We lock both locks on the door....at ALL times. We don't live in a bad neighborhood, but there ARE a lot of alleys between here and Becky's place.

I'm going to call her cousin out here. If he hasn't heard from her, he can at least call more of her family. I know she's called my sister from a random number.

And then, I don't know.

***LATER***

About 15 minutes after putting this post up, I finally got ahold of my sister. She called Becky's sister, and found out Becky was fine. She didn't go to work today because of some phone-related issue.

About an hour after that, I was on the phone in the backyard, and I saw that Brad had come home.

He had gone to the bar to get a pitcher with the girl he had just met, the girl from Becky's work.

Fuckin' guy.