Page 92 of Chasing Honor

“What’s wrong?” I sobered.

“Honor’s gone. Your mother was tied up and gagged. The team is on their way.”

Holy fucking Christ.

“My house. Now.” I told Lorenz. “Fuck. ETA five minutes. Where’s Carson? How’s Mom?”

“Pissed as fuck. Details when you get here. Out.”

My father had gone into combat mode and, strangely, it was comforting. I’d need all the help my family could give me to find Honor. I relayed the information I had to Lorenz and dialed my Captain.

“Rolland,” he answered on the first ring.

“Someone broke into my house and tied up my mother before they abducted Honor.”

“You en route?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll call you out of service and have Detective Wild meet you there.”

“Warn Wild, my father will be armed, as will all of my uncles.”

“Jesus H. Christ. I wouldn’t expect anything less. I’ll meet you there.”

He hung up as Lorenz was pulling into my neighborhood. I spotted my Uncle Jasper’s big ass pickup in front of us, speeding toward my house. When we pulled up, my father, Uncle Clark, and Uncle Levi were all standing on my lawn.

Lorenz stopped the patrol car in the middle of the street, uncaring he was blocking traffic.

“What happened?” I ran toward the group of men.

“Congressman Harris pushed his way in when your mom was leaving to go to the store. It was dumb fucking luck he got the drop on her. He tied her up and held a gun to her head and Honor left with him.”

“Motherfucker!” I roared. “Did Mom see a car?”

“Negative. He was at the door fixin’ to knock when she opened it to leave. He bum-rushed her.”

“Where’s Carson?”

“Fuck, son. We walked in and saw your mom tied up, I untied her, cleared Honor’s room, and locked them in so I could check the rest of the house. Blake’s in there with them now.”

I was happy my Aunt Blake was with my mom and Carson.

“How is she?”

“I told you, pissed as fuck.”

“Physically?”

“Fine.”

“I need to talk to Ethan,” my mom yelled from inside the house.

I jogged to my front door, and my anger spiked. A kitchen chair was in the middle of the living room, plastic zip ties, which had obviously been cut off my mom, lay on the floor, and a blue bandana I’d never seen was on the coffee table.

“I asked you to stay in the bedroom,” my dad scolded.

“Not now, Lenox.”