Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I yanked out my phone and called her, but it went straight to voice mail.
“I’m going to call the bakery, just in case she’s still there.” Sawyer said, pulling out his phone and putting it on speaker. “Maybe they’re working late or something.”
“This is Luigi.” Luigi Morelli had a much deeper voice than I’d expected.
“Mr. Morelli. This is Sawyer Cain. Lucy’s brother.”
“Oh, hello, Sawyer! Lucy talks about you all the time.”
“Is Lucy still there?” he asked.
“Lucy left a couple of hours ago,” Luigi said slowly. “She didn’t come home?”
“Fuck.” Sawyer swung a panicked gaze in my direction and fear crawled down my spine.
“I’m gonna call my daughter,” Luigi said. “See if Lucy said anything to her about her plans. I’ll call you back.”
“Thank you.” Sawyer disconnected and we stared at each other.
“This is bad,” I said needlessly.
“She has my truck,” Sawyer said. “I can call LoJack and they’ll tell me where it is.”
It felt like an eternity as Sawyer talked to the customer service person who could access the GPS in his truck. Luigi called us back, but no one from the bakery had any idea where Lucy might have gone after she left for the day.
“My truck is parked two blocks from the bakery,” Sawyer said. “Let’s go.”
We raced out of the house, and I broke every speeding law known to man as I drove to the bakery.
Sawyer’s truck was right where they’d told him it was. The doors were unlocked and the driver’s side door wasn’t completely closed.
“This is Lucy’s,” I said, picking up a canister of pepper spray a few feet away from the truck.
“We have to call the police,” Sawyer said, reaching for his phone.
“She’s only been gone a few hours,” I told him. “They won’t do anything. For all they know, she went shopping.”
“But—” he began.
“I know!” I hissed. “But I’m telling you, the police won’t help. We have to find her on our own. Do you know how to reach Nate?”
“I’ve got his number, yeah.”
“Call him. Ask him what he wants for Lucy.”
Sawyer’s gaze hardened. “You think…”
“Stop wasting time,” I growled. “We both know he did this. Find out what he wants.”
Sawyer picked up his phone and then hesitated. “Lucy said he threatened my mom and aunt. He said he would kill them if she told anyone what he did.”
“She has evidence about what he did, yes?” I asked, thinking back to what she’d told me.
“Yeah, it’s hidden in the house, but I know where it is.”
“Call your mother while we go back to your house,” I said abruptly. “We have to make sure the evidence is safe. If they get that, we have no leverage and no way to prove he’s after her.”
“Shit!”
We separated, with him getting in his truck and me getting in mine.
I didn’t know what we were going to do, but no matter what, we needed help. The police wouldn’t do shit until we either had proof she’d been taken or she’d been missing for forty-eight hours. I didn’t plan to wait that long.
“Yo.” Boone answered on the first ring. “What’s wrong? You didn’t get enough of my charming personality the last week? You need more Boone time?”
“Lucy is missing. Can you meet me at Sawyer’s?”
“Wha—are you serious? I’m on my way.”
“Call Wes,” I said before disconnecting.
This was a disaster and with every passing moment, I was more terrified than I’d ever been in my life. I had no idea what Nate or his men might be doing to her, and if they hurt one hair on her head, I would end all of them.
Boone, Rory, and Wes pulled up to Sawyer’s house within five minutes of us getting home. Sawyer was on the phone with his mother, so I filled the others in on what was going on.
“Give me the papers,” Wes said immediately. “Whoever these people are, they don’t know me beyond being one of Sawyer’s teammates, so I’m not going to be the first place they look. I also have a safe-deposit box I can still get to right now. My bank is open for another thirty minutes.”
“Sawyer!” I motioned for him to look at me. “Lucy’s papers—get them now.”
Sawyer ran up the stairs and came down a minute later, handing over a large envelope while it appeared he was trying to convince his mother to move to a hotel for a few nights.
“Mom, I don’t have time to argue with you,” he was saying. “Can you just do this for me? Please?”
“I’m going to get these papers to a safe place,” Wes said.
“I’m coming with you,” Rory said. “Just in case someone’s watching or tries to follow you.”
“Let’s go.”
The two of them left and I looked at Boone. “I will destroy every one of them if they hurt her.”
“I know, buddy.” He nodded, his usual playfulness nowhere to be found. “And I’ll be right there with you.”