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Chapter Seven
Jaxson
Harper came running up to me, her cheeks red, the sunglasses she wore pushed back on her head, a baseball cap in her trembling hand.
“Help!” Harper came barreling back onset, glancing from one side of the set to the other, looking for someone.
I hurried over, unsure what was bothering her.
Had they run out of tiny sandwiches on the lunch table?
She looked frantic and panicked, but I couldn’t even fathom what had gotten her quite so worked up. “What can I help you with?” I asked calmly, trying to ease whatever anxiety she was experiencing.
“He took her!” she gasped, with widened eyes as she pointed behind her at the parking lot.
“Whoa, slow down. Can you tell me what you saw?” I gestured Aiden over.
I couldn’t see Ariella or Declan from where I was positioned.
Aiden jogged over, sensing the urgency.
He didn’t say a word, just listened.
“I was heading out to my car,” Harper said, “and this guy, kinda big, taller than me, dark hair and dark eyes, was carrying a girl to his van, a white van. She was unconscious. At least I hope that’s all it was and she wasn’t dead.”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Did you get a license plate?” I asked.
Harper shook her head no.
I hoped this wasn’t a game or publicity stunt that she was trying to pull, but the quiver in her voice made me trust her.
“He tried to grab me too, so I fought back and ran,” Harper said.
“Good.” I exhaled a long slow breath. “Do you know the girl who he took?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t recognize her, but I’m not always great with remembering people. The girl had long dark hair. I’m sorry, I wish I could be of more help.” Harper chewed on her bottom lip. “Can we do a roll call or something on set?”
“That’s not a terrible idea,” Aiden said. “There are no cameras on the parking lot.”
“Did either of them have any distinguishing marks?” I asked, trying to jog her memory before it became even more clouded and faded with time.
“No. I don’t remember anything special.”
“What about facial hair?” Jaxson asked. “Was he wearing glasses? Any tattoos?”
“Definitely no glasses. I poked his eyes when I tried to get away. I don’t remember any facial hair or tattoos.”
“That’s good,” I said.
Aiden dug out his phone and called the local sheriff’s department. We needed to report the abduction and hopefully get a team who could scour the area along with a helicopter in the sky to find the white van.
After he hung up, I met his stare. “Find Ariella. Have her and Declan set up a roster that we can go down name by name and find out who is unaccounted for.”
“Who is Ariella?” Harper asked.
“One of us, part of the Eagle Tactical team,” I said, not elaborating any further.
Harper’s eyes widened as she pointed toward the parking lot. “Long dark hair, about the same size and build as me?”
