“He said to tell you he knows where Abbey is,” she said. As I suspected, Roman wanted to fuck with me.
Truth or lie.Game or not.I pondered that for a second, even though my blood gelled. Yet, I couldn’t discount the message.
Could my fucking day get any worse? Webb had checked to make sure Jo and Abbey were safe at the Costner estate, or rather, compound. Victor had the best security outside of the military, so I shouldn’t be worried. But again, Roman wasn’t an idiot. He had men, but he also had the backing of Intech, a corporation that specialized in computer programming for the Department of Defense. That meant they had the means to find anyone or hack into a tightly secure system like Victor’s. Fred Emery, Intech’s head of security, came to mind. We had him in custody, although he probably wouldn’t talk.
I needed to alert Webb.
“Where did you meet Roman?” I asked Sierra. “And do you know him?”
“I was just getting home from cheer practice at Durfee High School, and he was leaving my house. He knows my dad.”
Victor’s estate was close to the high school. But before I went ballistic, I asked, “Where do you live, Sierra?”
“Not far from Durfee,” she said.
Motherfucker. Abbey. He definitely knows where she is.I shouldn’t be surprised. Roman probably had contacts in and around the city of Fall River, feeding him information for a nice fee.
“Sierra, what’s your last name?” I would need to know that to look into the situation.
“Dupont,” she said.
“Can you do me a favor? Keep the phone close to you. I’ll need it back, but I’ll call you when I have a chance to pick it up.”
After she agreed and we hung up, I tried calling Webb. When he didn’t answer, I bolted out of my apartment. I called my sister, but no luck there either. Maybe neither of them had picked up because they were talking to each other, but the boulder in the pit of my stomach told me something was very wrong.
Two minutes later, I was flying into the command center—or control room, as we also called it. A flurry of activity peppered the space. I stood on the landing platform overlooking the maze of numerous cubicles where vamps were hard at work, talking on phones, typing on keyboards, and conversing about whatever task they had on their plate.
“Webb,” I said, raising my voice over the hum of noise. He’d said he would be here until the meeting with my father. “Anyone see Commander London?”
Harley, Webb’s assistant, popped up from near Sawyer’s desk.
I flew down the steps.
Harley rushed up to me, tossing her strawberry blond locks over her shoulder. “Oh my God, Sam. I’m beside myself about Layla.” Tears clouded her blue eyes. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.” She threw her arms around me.
I didn’t have time to wallow, and I didn’t want to be an ass and bite off her head either, so I eased away. “Thanks. But right now, it’s urgent I find Webb.”
“He’s in the interrogation room.” She stabbed a finger behind her. “He’s talking to Junior and Jack Aberdeen.”
I blew past her and came to an abrupt halt when I laid eyes on Petty Officer Dawson standing guard outside the room.
He glared at me.
I held in my anger at the newbie and burst into the room.
Junior and Webb were sitting at the table across from each other with a multiline telephone between them.
“We don’t know yet, Dad,” Junior said.
Webb jumped up. “What’s wrong, Sam?”
I flicked my thumb out the door. “I need to talk to you. Now!”
I hurried out and waited beside Sawyer’s cubicle for Webb. As I began to pace, Harley watched me intently, her blue eyes filled with worry.
Webb addressed Dawson. “Go inside and keep an eye on Junior.” Then Webb came up to me and crossed his arms over his chest. “What has you rattled?”
“Roman knows where Abbey is,” I rushed out. “He’s in the Highlands. He knows.”
