“Then I’ll talk to you later. Find your wife and tell her hello for me.”
“Will do,” I tell him and hang up.
I shove my phone in my pocket, already on the move. I have a wife to find, and I was going to find her before she’s able to get too far ahead of me to the point others realize she’s gone. I won’t let anything happen to her, and I’ve got the feeling that if her father finds this information out, he’ll be all over it.
“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s information I can’t divulge,” the smarmy worm of a man says from behind the counter of the car rental building where I found my SUV parked out front.
“You can tell me, or I’ll get the information another way,” I tell him warningly. I was losing patience with this fuckwad. He doesn’t want to mess with me.
“Sir, as I said, we can’t. You’re going to have to accept that we can’t help you by giving you the location of the vehicle we’ve rented out to a customer.” The worm lifts a hand to push his black, thick glasses back in place on the bridge of his nose, only for them to slide forward once again.
Slamming my fist on the counter, I point a finger at him, my other hand itching to reach for my gun. “Five hundred and I won’t kill you.”
I was more than ready to kill the asshole just for breathing. He’s in the way of me and my wife.
His eyes widen, his face goes pale, and he looks ready to piss his pants.
“Do this if you value your life,” I snarl, leaning toward him.
Finally, he nods and looks at the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard. “We have trackers on all of our vehicles, but Mrs. Blanche also gave us her phone number to log in to our system as well.
I go still at the mention of her phone number.
Fuck.
I’m smarter than this shit. I should’ve already checked the location of the damn thing. I figured that if she ditched the car, she’d also ditch the phone.
“What number did she put down?” I demand, wanting the confirmation it’s her phone and not a burner.
The worm rattles off the numbers, and I nod, reach in my wallet and pull out five one-hundred-dollar bills, toss them on the counter, and stalk out of there.
Outside, I pull my phone out, pull up the app to find her location, and there it is. She’s in North Carolina.
Damn it.
The weather’s starting to get bad here. I can only imagine what it’s like there. It could be rain or snow there for all I know.
Deciding to take my SUV instead of my car, I go back into the building, snatch my keys up off the counter where the man set them, and stalk right back out.
I climb in behind the wheel, start the SUV up easily, readjusting the damn seat from where she’d had it so far forward.
Once straight, I start the damn thing and pull out of the lot, all while putting a call into Grant.
“Thought you were going to be with your wife?” he answers.
“Yeah, heading to her now, need you to send someone to the car rental lot on 8th Street by the airport to pick up my car for me.”
“I’ll send Raiden,” Grant remarks.
“Appreciate it. Tell him not to wear out my clutch.”
Grant snorts at my words. We both know that Raiden was going to baby the shit out of my car. He’s one of our enforcers who works specifically under my watch.
Raiden, Ciro, and Leone, they are all my men and are good at what they do without causing headaches for any of us. They make for a good team.
Finishing with Grant on the phone, I head for the interstate, heading in the direction that leads me toward my wife.
Hours pass, and the roads become dangerous. By the time I make it to the hotel, where my wife’s location hasn’t moved from, I pull in and park.
