Chapter Seven
What do you mean they came and got her?” Drew demanded.
“It was her dad,” Max explained. “It wasn’t like I could just say no, you can’t have your daughter. He had a doctor along and what looked like some security people. I have the feeling if I had said no, they would have just busted in and taken her anyways.”
Drew cursed. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the ceiling of Dr. Mendes’ office. He’d been waiting to speak to the psychiatrist. How had they known where Drew had taken Bethany? Could someone have tipped them off? Drew had thought the Ramesly brothers were interested in protecting her. If he hadn’t, he would never have left her in Max’s care while he went to investigate further. “Do you have any idea what they were driving? Plate numbers?”
“I got one better than that,” Max said with some satisfaction. “I put Piaget’s phone in Beth’s overnight bag. It has GPS tracing on it from when we lived in a not so great neighborhood. That way if she lost the phone or it got stolen, we could find it back. I’m tracking it on a laptop right now.”
“You’re smarter than you look Max,” Drew raced out of the office, taking the stairs. He ignored the startled looks of people as he ran past them. “Where is it going?”
“Since we look almost the same you do realize you’re insulting yourself as well?” Max chuckled.
“Directions Max,” Drew said curtly as he entered the parking garage. He transferred the call to his helmet and started his motorcycle.
“They’re going east on Fifth. Crossing King street right now,” Max directed.
“Fifth and King. Got it,” Drew peeled out of the garage. They had a head start and were on the other side of town. He hoped that he could reach them in time. “If you think you know where they might be going, tell me immediately.”
Max continued to give him directions, but Drew was snarled in traffic. There was some sort of accident or major traffic incident and it didn’t seem to matter what street or alley he turned down, the city was blocked. Even as he broke numerous laws, dodging between vehicles and going on the sidewalk sometimes, it was a huge traffic jam.
“I think they’re going to Mr. Searson’s office,” Max rattled off the address.
It didn’t help. Drew couldn’t reach them. “Hold on a moment, I’m putting you on conference call. Just be quiet and don’t hang up.”
The phone rang, and an agitated Miguel answered. “Yeah?”
“I need uniforms at the 1900 block of King,” Drew said. “We have a possible abduction.”
“No can do,” Miguel replied. “There’s no one in that area.”
“Get them there,” Drew commanded as he tried to navigate the street. Horns were blowing as people weren’t impressed that he wasn’t waiting his turn. He blew a red light without even blinking.
“Almost everyone is at Horton and Adelaide. There’s a train wreck. Car zero, train one, if anyone is keeping score. Why people try to get across the track when a train is barreling at them is beyond me. Some cars were derailed and there’s a fire,” Miguel shouted at someone to stay back. “It’s chaos. There’s no one to spare.”
Drew could now see smoke as he turned a corner. He stopped the bike and flipped the visor on his helmet. “Is there any way to get across the tracks?”
“Not that I know of. The rail guys are blocking what the train isn’t. Maybe if you go as far as Pickering. It’s going to be hours of mess,” Miguel replied. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten a call to come and join us to direct traffic.”
“I’ve been on the phone,” Drew growled. Plus, he was on suspension. Right now, even if Green called and begged, Drew wasn’t going to report for duty. He had Bethany to think of.
“Hey Drew,” Max interrupted. “The car stopped. They’ve arrived at the office.”
“Who’s that? Is that Max?” Miguel asked curiously of the other voice on the conference call.
“Later,” Drew hung up on Miguel. He dialed another number. “Pick up, pick up.”
“Yo,” a deep voice said.
“Molson, I need you to do something for me, now with no questions asked,” Drew flipped his visor down, turned the bike and sped down the street between waiting cars. “You still at the shop?”
“That sounds interesting,” Molson replied lazily. “I’m just closing.”
“There’s a girl in trouble. Max is going to send you her picture and the address where she is,” Drew sped up along a narrow street. “I need you to go there and find her. Do whatever it takes to stall the people with her until I get there.”
“How bad of trouble?” Molson asked, intrigued.
Drew hesitated. “I think they might kill her.”
