AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“We will.” Ross blew through a stop sign and took a corner at high speed while Noah bit off numbers and letters into the phone, conveying the plate information to someone at the WEST office.
“Jaren, get on the horn with the cops. Tell them the situation and get barricades on every road leading out of the valley.”
“I shot two men dead. I’ll tell them where to collect the bodies while I’ve got them.”
Shit was real. His little brother had killed people and the love of his life had been kidnapped.
Or worse.
No. They needed her alive so they could wring what they wanted out of her.
Ross’s phone buzzed, and he stabbed his thumb into the screen, putting it on speaker.
Corrine’s voice flooded into the SUV. “What thehellis happening out there, Ross? My screens are all lighting up!”
“Trouble,” Ross barked. The headlights cut through the darkness but didn’t illuminate the back of the van they were chasing.
The one carrying Bronte away from him.
Ross briefed Corrine in a few choppy sentences, but Jace was barely listening. He pulled up the images feeding from the pin she wore but couldn’t make out anything but darkness or blurred screens.
“Damn! That pin she’s wearing has a flaw. The tracker can’t engage until she pushes the alarm.” His dark voice broke into the chatter.
“Fuck. Something we didn’t anticipate,” Ross said.
“We need to find out who that server is.”
Everyone went silent.
“What server?” Ross demanded.
“A woman entered the restroom after Bronte. She was in uniform like the servers at the dinner.”
Ross cut a hand through the air. “One of you guys, get on the CC footage. Get a look at her face.”
“Describe her to me, Jace,” Corrine said in clipped tones.
“Bleach-blonde hair that was sort of dull or gray. Overdyed. White shirt, black pants. Caucasian. She looked ill.”
“Yeah, because she was about to kidnap a woman,” Jaren said from the back seat.
“You’re not helping, man,” Noah cut in.
Jace’s gut rolled. What if they couldn’t find her? What if he was too late?
He gripped his head and stifled the moans of a man in torment. He hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Bronte that his feelings for her were growing beyond lust or attraction. That just hearing her talk excited him—that he was starting to live for the moments when he looked deep into her eyes.
“I got her!” Jaren broke in.
Jace twisted in his seat and snatched the phone from his brother’s hand. He stared at the screen.
Bile lifted in his throat. “That’s her.”
“Send it to me,” Corrine said. “I’ll see if I can zoom in and run a facial recognition.”
After a few taps on the screen, he sent the photo to Corrine.
They came around a sharp bend winding through rolling fields filled with the dark shadows of grapevines. Flashing lights lit up the sky.
