No!
They have Caylee!
I search for her on the empty sidewalk and in the gutter, but she’s gone.They’ve taken both the girl and...my girl!
What the fuck?
“Get in!”Liam screams at Ryder, who launches himself in the backseat as my brain catches up with what happened.
They’ve kidnapped Caylee.
“They have both the target and Caylee Zimbardo,” Liam yells, and I realize I’m not driving.“All teams in pursuit.”
Why the fuck did they take her?
My foot hits the peddle.Street after street, I’m heavy on the gas, catching up with the fast-moving van, running lights and dodging pedestrians.
It takes no more than another thirty seconds for me to acknowledge the situation we’re in.
We let the girl be taken.
And if we don’t intercept this van, if we don’t get Caylee back, she’s dead.
She’s collateral damage—has zero value to them—and theywillkill her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CAYLEE
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My body jostles aboutpainfully in the back of the van as we speed along the road, and my head swirls.
I expected to be knocked out by whatever they injected me with, but the drug seems to only make me feel spaced out and lack the ability to focus.
I probably know what it’s called, but I can’t think.
