Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Hopefully she’s not stealing any more babies on the way,” I grumbled.
At this point, I wouldn’t put anything past her.
“Let’s hope not,” Webber muttered. “The guy that bought the old Army truck did say that she had a passenger. A male passenger. So maybe she’s found a new obsession and will leave us alone.”
“I highly doubt that,” I disagreed. Some instinct deep inside of my gut was telling me she was on her way here. “I’ll have to call and warn Chevy.”
Chevy, my poor brother that’d had to deal with her longer than I did.
My phone beeped, and I saw it was Keely calling.
“Keely’s calling,” I said. “Gotta go. Keep me updated.”
“Will do.” Webber hung up, allowing me to switch over to Keely.
“Hey,” I said, forgetting about being quiet. “Everything okay?”
“I don’t know,” Keely admitted. “Baker never arrived at the restaurant. It’s been ten minutes, and she was right behind me nearly the entire way. I made a light and she didn’t, and I’ve been sitting outside the restaurant for a while. There’s no sight of her, and she’s not answering my phone calls.”
Something in my gut screamed at me to take this seriously.
She wasn’t lost, and she hadn’t popped a tire and was replacing it.
No, she’d have answered the phone and explained. I couldn’t think of one reason why she wouldn’t call to let me know that she has stopped somewhere.
I stood up and walked to Apollo who was asleep in the booth with his computer open.
“Apollo,” I said when I was close enough.
His head jerked up and he stared at me bleary-eyed, hair askew and his face creased with the ridges on the table.
“I need you to track Baker’s phone.”
Apollo wiped sleep from his eyes but then switched screens on his computer and got to work.
I watched him type in a bunch of random letters and numbers that looked like gibberish, gut getting tighter and tighter.
“Apollo,” I said. “I’m going to see if Rawlins is still here and will come get Holt.”
“I’ll take him.” I glanced up to find Audric at the door. “What’s going on?”
“Baker’s missing,” I said as I handed a sleeping Holt off to Audric. “And she’s not answering her phone.”
The next five minutes felt like my life was flashing before my eyes.
Bits and pieces of all the things that I’d suffered over the years until I got the one good thing that’d ever happened to me.
Baker.
Her laugh.
Her smile.
Her teasing.
Her son.
My heart was literally working double time as Apollo finally stopped typing and leaned in.
A map popped up on the screen with a blue blinking dot.
“That’s right next to Keely’s old office,” I said as I studied the area.
Just as suddenly as Baker’s location popped up on the screen, it was gone.
“Her phone is off,” Apollo said. “I can force it back on, though. Give me two minutes.”
His fingers started working overtime, but I didn’t stay to find out if she was moving.
I needed to drive to where she last was.
“Shit.” I stopped at the door. “She has the only vehicle.”
“You can take mine,” Audric said, holding out the keys to his old truck.
I didn’t thank him, just took the keys and ran.
The drive to the old office building where Keely used to work took me twenty minutes.
Traffic was, like always, horrendous, and it didn’t matter how many times I bobbed and weaved around cars. I was going nowhere fast.
Which fucking sucked because if I’d had my bike, that trip would’ve taken a hell of a lot less time.
My phone was ringing as I made the last turn toward her last known location.
“Hello?” I answered roughly.
“She’s still there. I hacked into the cameras across the street from the parking garage that she’s at, and fuck, Copper. I can see her car. But fuck, buddy. I know it’s hers because it’s the right color, but it’s completely crushed,” Apollo murmured. “And the person that crushed it is Reign. I was able to see her getting into a fuckin’ armored vehicle. Not a tank, per se, but still something that drove right the fuck over the Suburban. She ran the Suburban over like it was nothing.”
My stomach sank.
“Fuck,” I said as I hit the pedal harder.
The truck lurched forward, and I dodged around a homeless man pushing an overflowing Walmart shopping cart filled with trash.
Trash swirled in the air as I passed him, and he threw up his hands in affront.
I kept going, pulling to a stop at the mouth of the parking garage entrance.
It took me all of two point five seconds to take everything in, and before I could stop myself, I started running toward the vehicle.
It was shaped like a tractor that they use to drive over the crops, but the cab of the vehicle was plated with metal.
It was obvious that this thing was homemade, but it was made well.