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“You find Seton and the guy?”
“Workin’ on it.”
Just then, a scream ripped through the air. “Grey!”
“Seton!” I yelled.
I hung up on Cal and ran in the direction of the scream. I found my wife on the floor, clutching her foot.
“Jesus, See, are you hurt?”
“I lost him!” she yelled, screwing up her face in fury. “I stepped wrong running after him. I did something to my ankle. I think it’s at least sprained. God, I’m such an idiot!”
“You sure as hell are,” I retorted. My relief that she was okay came out as anger. “What the fuck were you thinking, running after a guy with a gun?”
“Someone had to!”
“Not someone who wasn’t armed, Seton. Are you fucking crazy?”
“Grey, now’s not the time!” she said frantically. “He’ll get away!”
“He can’t escape. Whoever it is can’t smuggle out two little kids without being noticed. All the exits are covered.”
Seton was panic-stricken. “But what if he does something to the kids here, and then gets away?”
Her phone ringing interrupted us. Distractedly, she pulled it out to look at the screen. Her face paled.
“It’s Andi,” she whispered. “What do I do?”
“Don’t answer it. Not until we get the girls back.”
She nodded, pale with worry. “Go, Grey! Run after him! I can limp back the other way. I’ll be fine.”
“What’s he look like?”
“I didn’t get close enough to see. He’s wearing jeans and a light gray T-shirt. Average build. Brown hair. I don’t know if he’s the one with the tattoo on his hand. Grey, you have to go!”
“You sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yes! But be careful with the gun. He could have the girls close by.”
I pulled out my phone and punched in a number. “Frank! Seton’s down in the hallway leading to the laundry. She’s hurt her ankle. Come get her and get Patch to fix her up.”
“On it, Prez.”
My phone buzzed with an incoming call. I hung up with Frankenstein and answered it. “Grey,” Levi gritted out. “We nabbed that fucker Dogson, Schipper’s asshole friend. He was waiting in a van down by the loading dock just now, tryin’ to pretend he was just here picking up someone staying at the hotel, if you can believe that bullshit. Seems pretty clear he’s the getaway car.”
“Schipper’s gotta still be in the hotel tryin’ to get the kids out,” I agreed. “You take Dogson’s phone from him?”
“Yepper. We got him sittin’ in the van so he looks like he’s still waiting. But there’s a gun shoved into the back of his head, in case he gets any ideas about warning Schipper.”
“Let Cal know ASAP. You be fuckin’ careful with the firearms down there, you hear me? We got two little girls who gotta make it out of this unharmed.”
As I rounded the next corner, still talking to Levi, a guy emerged into the corridor on the far end, pushing an industrial-sized laundry hamper piled high with linens. He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and white hat. The sheets were piled high, mostly obscuring his face.
“Hey, you should get out of here,” I barked at him. “There’s a dude down here with a gun. We’re looking for him. You see anyone running around down here?”
The man averted his eyes, shaking his head. He pushed the hamper past me, speeding up as he went.
