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“I can’t stay down, they have Kai.” I whimper from the pain slicing through my head due to my own screaming.
“Ma’am, you have to stay calm,” someone else says and I now notice there’s an EMT on my left who is trying to work his magic on me.
“Work faster,” I snap. “I have to go find my little man.”
“I have deputies already looking at the security footage. There wasn’t a license plate on the white van. That’s all I basically have for now: a white van. I saw it speed around the corner when I rushed out of the station after hearing the gunshot. Then I saw you lying in a pool of blood. They must have hit you on the head hard, there’s a gash a few inches long.” Calvin’s face is plastered with a stone look.
My head is hurting and the guy fidgeting with shit against it is bugging the crap out of me.
“Put a damn bandage on me, I don’t have time for this,” I snarl and bury my fist into Calvin’s shirt to pull him close. “We need to find our boy.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he croaks. “Atticus is on his way and already has a team in place to check any cameras in this town and its surroundings to search for the white van. Ezra and Ivar jumped on their bikes to give chase to the white van but I haven’t heard back yet.”
Calvin’s phone starts to ring and I gasp–remembering something vital–while he answers.
“Hudsyn,” Calvin grunts. “Yeah, she’s alive. The deputy has been shot and is heading into the ambulance as we speak. No, she’s hurt. Hit on the head. Fuck. They lost them? Dammit.”
For a second, I thought Kai was calling but now Calvin is suddenly chatting with my Prez. Dammit. I know he needs to keep his cool because running around and losing your head isn’t helping Kai either. But I might have a way to pinpoint where he is. I snatch the phone out of his hand and end the call only to hand it back to him.
“Do what you did when you checked where I was the last time,” I order.
He narrows his eyes and shakes his head in confusion. “What?”
“Last week when we agreed to stay at my cabin but I was at your house baking in the afternoon and ran late and then you showed up and we stayed at your house instead and you said you knew because you checked my freaking phone. Now check my freaking phone. Where is my phone, dammit, check!” I ramble and am out of breath but his eyes widen and then it clicks.
“Kai has your phone?”
My head bounces and I instantly regret it due to the pain crashing through me. “I killed the sound because he was playing the game with the balls and the annoying sound. He was eating ice cream and I didn’t want the phone getting sticky and I told him he could keep it on him and play when we were at the station, after he washed his hands.”
“Ma’am, you’re getting out of breath and your pulse is rising,” the EMT sternly says. “All this talking–”
“Shut up,” both Calvin and I snap simultaneously.
“There,” Calvin murmurs in relief. “Fuck yes!”
He pins the EMT with a fierce look. “Give me your phone, I need to make a call.”
The EMT quickly hands it over.
“Atticus, Kai has Cassia’s phone on him. Yes. Thanks,” Calvin grunts and hangs up before handing the phone back to the EMT.
“Ma’am, we’re ready to take you to the hospital now.”
I stare at him and try to form a nice sentence in my head other than, “Like fuck I will.”
Grabbing Calvin’s shirt once more, I tell him. “I’m going with you. There’s no way I’m going to the hospital until I’ve seen with my own eyes Kai is okay.”
I can tell he’s about to argue but then his phone starts to ring. He picks up and places it to his ear and starts to signal to the EMT that he wants his phone again. Okay, my head is killing me but even I understand what he means and the EMT is too freaking slow so I jump into action and pull it from his jacket.
Calvin puts his own phone on speaker, calling Atticus with the other and grunts underneath his breath, “Track my phone,” and then holds it right next to his.
“Five million dollars or you won’t get your kid back alive.” The voice is distorted, as if they’re talking through a device. “You have twenty minutes.”
The connection breaks and my mind is reeling–right next to being very freaking painful.
“What kind of half-assed kidnappers are they?” I snarl. “You have twenty minutes for five million dollars? What do they expect, for you to have it in your back pocket as spare change?”
“They probably will have an offshore account or whatever,” Calvin murmurs and taps his phone.
