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“By whom?”
“Do you really think that Jade Devereaux is on the up and up?” Satisfied there was nothing of value in the kitchen, he walked toward the hallway.
“Good point. I’m taking the garage.”
He nodded and went room to room. The dining area had little furniture. The living room was well adorned but other than a collection of old books, there were no additional clues. He yanked out his phone and tried Destiny’s cell phone. “Fucking voice mail.” This time he waited until the beep. “Call me. I need to know where you are.” He walked out of the room and dialed the number of the officers posted outside of her house. “Is Dr. Blade still at home?”
“Hasn’t left all night. Her car is parked right outside.” The officer’s tone held no concern.
Montana huffed. “Watch the place. If there’s any activity, I want to know.”
“You got it.”
Why wasn’t she answering his calls? He hissed and jogged up the stairs. There were four bedrooms and three baths with nothing of interest or amiss. The Master bedroom was massive, well adorned with a four poster bed and matching dressers. The oversized closet and dressing area was well organized, every suit an inch apart from another. Mr. Worth’s collection of ties was colorful and no doubt worth more than he made in a year. Every shirt was dry cleaned, the majority white and the man must have had fifty of them.
He sighed and walked into the bathroom. Marble and gilded gold. He snickered. “Fit for a king.”
As he turned out the bathroom light, the double doors caught his attention. Another closet? He suspected otherwise. When he swung open the doors and turned on the light, he stared in awe. A playroom complete with various apparatuses and benches. Implements of all sizes and types were hung on the far end wall. He marveled as the impressive collection and walked inside. He ran his hand over the smooth wood of the “X” cross and fingered the leather straps. He studied the group of floggers as he brushed the tips of his fingers over several paddles. Made of different exotic woods, they must have cost Mr. Worth a fortune.
Montana stood back, allowing images of his own desires to flash in front of him. Yes, he would enjoy owning a playroom.
“Jesus H. Christ. I’ve never seen anything like this shit,” Grant said as he whistled. “Guy’s a freak, huh?”
He looked over his shoulder and exhaled. “Connoisseur.”
“Yeah? Whatever. We have more evidence.”
“What?”
“Bloody clothes.” Grant grinned. “Too bad for Mr. Worth the trash service hadn’t come this week.”
“Where were the clothes? The trash?” A calculating killer wouldn’t leave evidence lying around. “Planted.
“Right on top and you don’t know that. You know how the rich can be. Above the law.” He walked closer, narrowing his eyes. “I know that look. Your wheels are turning.”
“No. This is too planned. Perfect.” Montana scanned the room as a sick feeling rolled in the pit of his stomach. He yanked out his phone, calling the officers once again. “Yeah, go knock on her door.”
“Yes, sir. Hold on,” the officer said.
“What are you doing? They’ve been watching her,” Grant said and laughed.
He swallowed hard, paced the floor and brushed his hand through his hair. He’d been a fool. After a few minutes he snarled. “Come on.”
“Sir, she’s not here.”
“What do you mean she’s not there?”
“No sign of her.”
“Fuck!” Montana roared.
“What?” Grant exclaimed.
“Get an APB out on her. I have reason to believe Dr. Blade has been kidnapped.”
“Yes, sir.”
Montana ended the call and immediately dialed the precinct. “Yeah. I need a location trace on a cell phone.” He prayed to God she had it with her. “Yes. Immediately. Here’s the number.” As the officer began to follow his directions, he concentrated on his breathing and in a few seconds he could see her face.
