“Do you remember the exact date this happened?” Mac pulled me from my thoughts.
I told him everything I could think of, knowing if anyone would be able to do something with this information, it was him. Once he was done, he promised to be in touch. Then he was gone.
Sometime while we were answering questions, the rest of our families showed up. Liam, Everlee, Cece, and Rafe along with Kate’s parents and even Eleanor and her husband. They were all there just waiting to offer their support.
I was grateful. Heaven knew we’d need it. Especially since we’d been ordered to go home. Mac told us if this was a ransom, we had to be there in case the kidnapper called with his demands.
How the heck were we supposed to sit and wait while our girl was out there with a damn monster? He had to be one to take her the way he had.
“Shit.” More curses spilled over my lips as I dragged my hands through my hair. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I begged any deity who’d listen to keep her safe. To bring her back to us. Time ticked by as I kept my eyes closed and forced hope into my heart. When I finally opened them again, Kate and I were on Millie’s bed.
She had Mochi clutched to her chest while her head rested on mine. She wasn’t asleep, just stared out into the distance. Her eyes were red, her cheeks still wet with tears. I didn’t even have to glance in a mirror to know I sported the same look.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “We’ll get her back.”
It was a promise. A vow. One I intended to keep.
Chapter thirty-nine
Kate
Iwoke with a start.
Clutching Millie’s plushie to my chest, I reached for the space beside me, but it was empty. Even though my brain was wide awake and in agony, my eyes were slow to open. The motion of my lids parting felt a lot like sandpaper being scraped over my cornea.
I ignored the pain. The devastation inside my heart was far, far worse, anyway.
Once I was in a seated position, I spotted a note from Tristan.
He couldn’t sit and do nothing and went out looking for Mac and some answers.
It’d been three grueling days with no word from her kidnapper nor the police. That was why I understood that Tristan needed to get out.
I wanted out too.
With a new found determination, I went through the motions of getting dressed. Just as I ventured out of Millie’s room, I walked straight into my mom.
Her eyes went wide. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything to drink or eat?”
I shook my head. “I’m going out.”
“Out?” Mom’s voice rose a few octaves. “Sweetie, the detectives said to—”
“I can’t!” I yelled, spearing my fingers through my hair and tugging the ends to the point of pain. “I can’t sit here and wait. I need to be out there looking for her.”
Sadness and understanding flitted over my mom’s features in equal measures. Still, when she opened her mouth, I wanted to smack my hands over my ears to drown out her words.
“Where will you go?”
“Anywhere but here,” I cried.
“I’ll drive.”
Eleanor appeared from I didn’t even know where. She had her keys in one hand and my jacket in the other. Mom eyed her warily, but instead of protesting like I thought she would, she simply nodded.
“Let’s go.” Eleanor handed me my jacket with a gentle smile.
