This is our first break. Since the attack of nine-eleven, New York has more eyes than God, tracking vehicles in and out of the city.
I thank the guy and put my number in his cellphone in case he remembers anything else. Then, I rush back to the emergency room to see what else Izzy might’ve found.
She hands me her phone with a contact open. “Go see Doctor Jones. She’s got an AI unit far faster than anything I can do manually.”
Grayson jogs me to where he parked and hands me his car keys. “Don’t worry. She’s as good as found.”
“I don’t understand. Why take Callie?” I slide into his SUV and start the engine while he stands at the open driver’s side door.
“If they call for ransom, we’ll be ready.” His steely gaze strengthens me while his words chill me to the bone.
“You think they want money?”
He shakes his head with dark brows raised. “Either that or they found out about her research.”
“Shit.” Only a few of us know about my wife’s groundbreaking work in EMF weapons.
“Listen, you go talk to Doctor Jones and I’ll head up the investigation from here.” He slams the door, ending our conversation.
When the East Side address pops up on my screen, I turn uptown and glance in my rear-view mirror where the cop-in-diapers follows in his squad car.
Whatever.
At the stop light, my mind wanders to the first time I danced with Callie. Her face was fucking glowing as I held her in my arms. She shivered and these amazing blue eyes focused on mine, holding my heart captive. The rest of the party faded away until it was only me and her. A string quartet played some high-brow waltz but neither of us heard anything. Our bodies melded and I knew right then she was the one. My hand held her small waist and slipped behind her back as I pressed her into my aching need. My willy, already half-chub, swelled.
However, I’m a fucking professional and let her go until I was off the clock. It might’ve been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Her mouth, oh God, it is the sweetest…
One hand clamps the steering wheel and the other pounds it.How the hell did I let this happen?
Fuck. I only left her side for a moment. And Suds? He was there. How the bloody hell had they got the drop on him? When I left to put presents in the car, no one other than the cook and his wait staff was there. I’d even chatted with them while the ladies gabbed about nursing babies, sore boobs, and other uncomfortable topics.
Breast feeding may be all good and natural but it’s a topic for women. Damn me to hell. My wife sensed my unease. Only then did she ask me to bring two of the bigger presents to the limo. I was parked right around the corner and I left Suds in charge. Hell, I wasn’t gone five minutes.
Nothing is adding up and self-flagellation is getting me nowhere.
I park in the nearest lot, ignore baby-cop, and rush into Jenna Jones’ building. The lobby clock reads six pm. If I don’t find my wife soon, I fear I may never see her again.
