“She contacted people she trusted and got eyes on Kenny and Levi. Both are in Indiana, along with Kenny’s girlfriend. Adam is unknown. However, she dug deeper into the background of all three. Not a pretty picture, by the way. Mags didn’t try to get a warrant for his juvenile records. She did some sleuthing on her own and talked to his father. His mother passed away several years ago from cancer. Adam was rescued from a horrible life and adopted at the age of six. I won’t go into details, but needless to say, the things that happened during his formative years were awful. His parents tried to undo all the evil he’d experienced. For the most part they did. But his father said he was obsessive with things he perceived to be his. If they took away something that he attached to, Adam would get violent, even as a child.”
“Adam has her. Not Kenny.” David let the truth sink in. He spun to Brandon. “We have to get out there and find her now.”
The team left Randy to monitor the computers and hurried to the cars. Rick and Sandy went one direction while he and Brandon took off in another.
David scanned the sides of the roads for Jennie or Zoey while Brandon drove along the back roads and county highways.
Five miles, that’s all they needed to get a location on Zoey. As for Jennie…he prayed the two were together.
“Anything on that GPS tracker of yours? Which I might add was genius.” Brandon continued his visual search as he drove.
“No. Not yet.” David’s shoulders slumped. He glanced at his phone for the hundredth time. Or so it felt. Still no ping. “Where are you, Jennie?”
“We’ll find her.”
David couldn’t speak. He swallowed the lump in his throat. His phone beeped with an incoming text message.
Jennie: I’m sorry I disappeared. I couldn’t take the chance with Zoey’s life. I’m praying you find us in time.
“See if you can use her GPS to find where she is.” Brandon pulled off on the side of the road. “No sense driving aimlessly.”
“I’m on it.” David noticed her location share and accepted it. “It’s eight miles away.”
Brandon called Sandy and Rick, letting them know what they found out, then took off.
David’s cell phone rang. Startled, he scrambled to hold on to his phone. “It’s Jennie’s phone.” He pushed the accept button and put the call on speaker. “Hello? Jennie?”
“Help me, please.” Sobs filled the airway.
“Zoey?”
“It’s me. He’s gonna kill Momma if you don’t do something quick.”
“We’re almost there.” David glanced at Brandon.
His partner nodded. “Four minutes.”
He returned his attention to Zoey. “Honey, are you hurt?”
“I’m okay. He didn’t hit me, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. Hitting wasn’t his only question, but it sounded like the man hadn’t laid a hand on her.
“He tied me up.”
Zoey’s soft voice brought him back to the problem at hand. “What was that?”
“He tied my wrists together behind a chair.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Hang in there. Can you tell me where you are?”
“Not really. I found the car Momma drove and her cell phone was just where she told me it would be, but I had to walk a little bit to get enough service to call.”
“Wait. Your mom was there?”
“Uh huh. She saved me.”
“Stay where you are.”
