My heart pumps and dread fills my lungs, making it hard to breathe. “She left over an hour ago. Did you try her cell?”
“She didn’t pick up. I thought she was with you… tired. You know, working on Sienna’s case and all…”
I punch speed dial but my call goes straight to her voice mail. Fuck. Because of the bad shit in the past, we got a deal. She always picks up when I ring. I made damn sure of it. Not picking up can only mean she’s gotten herself in trouble again.
“Rose, telephone Mr. Russo. Tell him his daughter is missing.” Thank God, her father’s a police chief. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t’ve made it beyond high school.
As much as I love my woman, she’s a walking, talking, danger magnet.
Not bothering with the car, I fly down the stairs and make a mad dash to the salon. There, I bring up the camera footage of the front door and scroll to about fifteen minutes after she left our apartment.
Head down, she’s digging in her purse and I stop the video. Three mother fuckers wear sunglasses that turn faces into white blobs of glare.
When the biggest guy grabs my woman from behind, my fists clench and I roar. Touch my woman, dude? You’re a dead man.
It takes me all of two seconds to calm down and Skype Jason. “Samantha Russo was kidnapped in front of Marion’s Hair Salon at nine forty five. Find her.”
“Understood.”
My blood goes cold as I conference in Slate. “Someone nabbed Sam. I think I saw Sienna, too. Get Quinn on the phone.”
“Shit. Be right back.” I wait while on hold music plays, then all three of us are together on his line.
“Tell me you found them.” Andy’s voice cracks but there’s not time for coddling.
“I’m sending you a link to the video. I counted three kidnappers. Two men and a woman.”
“Did you get a plate?” Slate’s question is good but I already checked.
“No. They parked out of range.”
“What about other cameras in the neighborhood?”
“Jason is searching now. I’m on my way to see what else is out there.”
Hanging up with them, I get the AI unit back on the line. “What did you find?”
“There are twenty possibilities.” He flashes driver’s licenses at me along with the paths the vehicles took out of the city.
“Keep track of all of them. I need to know which one has her.”
“Done.” He hangs up, my Skype rings, and it’s Sam’s Dad. “What the fuck did you get her into now?”
My first response is to hang up but I need his help. “We’ve been investigating Calvin Peet’s murder.”
“Jesus.”
“Yes sir.”
“Shut up.”
“Yes sir.”
“What have you got so far?”
“Video footage. Check your email.”
“What about other buildings in the area?”
