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“I’m still on the ten,” Brady replied.“Where do you think they’re heading?”
“They just merged onto the two-ten heading east. Either they’re on their way to Vegas, or they’re going to cut up into the mountains.”
“I’ll swing north. Might be able to get ahead of them.”
“Good plan,” Asher said. “We’re pursuing from behind.”
Rather than take the interstate, I followed back roads to the north-east. I blared my horn and ran through red lights. I would’ve killed for a police cruiser just then.
“Where are they now?” I asked.
Asher frowned at his screen. “Still on the two-ten. They haven’t moved much in the last minute. I think they’re stuck in traffic.”
“Good,” I said. “This is the only time I’ll be grateful for LA traffic.”
Asher made some other phone calls while I drove. Cooper was being taken to the hospital, so he had Lopez and the other agents still on-set speak to the police.
“Why don’t they believe you?” Asher was asking. “Oh, that is just ridiculous!”
“What?” I demanded.
Asher covered the phone receiver. “The on-set police aren’t cooperating. Lopez thinks they’re upset that we didn’t make them aware of the bait-and-switch plan with Amirah and Heather.”
“Everyone has a fucking complex,” I said, gripping the wheel tighter. We hadn’t told the on-set police about it because we didn’t know who we could trust. Only a few people knew the truth.
And now it was biting us in the ass.
“We’ll just have to save her ourselves,” I said.
Asher hung up the phone call and sucked in a breath. “Um. That’s going to be a lot tougher now… The GPS signal just went dead. They must have found the button to disable it.”
“Fuck!” I slammed my palm against the steering wheel. “You have the last known location?”
“I do. Six miles ahead, still on the two-ten.”
“Tell Brady,” I replied. “Thankfully, the food truck is easily recognizable. We should be able to see it from a distance.”
“Unless they’re switching vehicles,” Asher pointed out.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and tried not to think about that.
I drove like a maniac as we neared the truck’s last known location. I was on a service road that ran parallel to the two-ten for a while, then swung up to the on-ramp. The interstate was a parking lot: nobody was moving eastbound. So I merged all the way over to the left lane, then passed everyone on the shoulder. People flipped me off as I passed, but as long as they stayed out of my way, I didn’t care.
If anything happens to Heather, I’ll never forgive myself.
“Coming up on the last known location,” Asher said.
“Keep your eyes peeled.”
I slowed down while driving on the shoulder. A food truck would have been recognizable in the endless traffic, but there were a lot of tall semi-trucks that blocked our view. Asher craned his neck and leaned out the window to look as we passed each one, just in case the food truck was obscured behind one.
“We should have seen them by now,” Asher said. “Maybe they merged off.”
“Or switched vehicles,” I said. “Goddamnit!”
Despair swirled in my gut like a tornado. I tasted bile at the back of my throat, intense and coppery. I realized in that moment that Heather Hart wasn’t just some woman nannying the children. She wasn’t merely someone I had a physical relationship with, even though that’s what we pretended it was when it started. She was something special to me.
Ilovedher.
