Clarke sighed, his voice lowering when he replied, “I planned to leave him behind bars for a couple of hours to teach him a lesson.”
“And?” There had to be an “and.” Lany was involved.
“I can't find him.”
My blood ran cold.
“What do you mean you can't find him?” I snarled as my panic unleashed, ripping through my control. “Where is my husband, Clarke?”
“I don't know. Lyn is going through the booking records right now.” Clarke sighed again, this one deeper. “I swear, Sal, as soon as I find him, I'll get him out.”
My jaw clenched. “I'll be home in four hours. You'd better have Lany with you when I get there.”
“I'll find him, Sal.”
“Where are Marcus and Dmitri?” They should have been there to stop whatever scatterbrained idea Lany had come up with, and even if they didn't stop him, they should have been there to protect him. They were Lany's bodyguards after all.
“I reached Marcus at the house. He said Lany had been out on some sort of mission, but he couldn't tell me what it was. Lany left in the middle of the night. Gate security said Lany was alone when he got into a taxi and headed east. No one has seen him since, but Marcus did say that Lany has been gone for almost ten days.”
“What?” I shouted so loudly that the windows shuddered. “How the hell did Marcus know he was on some sort of mission then?”
And what mission?
“Lany called home a couple of times, but he wouldn't tell Marcus where he was.”
I drew in a deep breath and then let it out slowly before asking, “Have you called Jerry?”
“As soon as I knew Lany was missing. He's working with Lyn to try and figure out where Lany is. He should be in the East Precinct, but he's not. I've even gone in and searched all the jail cells. He's just not there.”
“Talk to the incident commander and find out if any of the suspects arrested were shipped to other precincts. Depending on how big of a bust this was, we could be dealing with more than one precinct.”
If things had transpired that way, the headache involved with dealing with interagency politics would be enough to give me a migraine.
I put the phone on speaker again and then set it back down on the nightstand and started packing. I planned to be on the first available flight out of Denver. I didn't care if I had to flap my arms to get the plane to take off.
“Tell me about the bust, Clarke. Why were we called in?” I trusted Clarke to run the team while I was out of town, but maybe if I knew more about this drug bust, I could figure out where Lany had gone.
“It was just a drug bust, Sal. The commander out at the East Precinct called us in. I guess they have been gathering evidence on this drug house for a while now. It's run by some street gang or something. They got a judge's order to go in and bust the place. That's where we came in.”
I stopped shoving clothes into my bag and turned to look at the phone. “You said they had enough evidence to get a judge's order?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of evidence?”
“I didn't ask. The judge's order was enough to call us in.”
“Talk to whoever is in charge of this case. Find out if there is any surveillance.”
“Surveillance?”
“You said Lany has been missing for ten days. I want to know how long he has been at that drug house.” I also wanted to know why no one had called me before now. I should have been informed the moment Lany went missing.
I zipped up my bag, grabbed the cell phone and my jacket, and then headed for the door. “I'll be there in four hours.”
“I'll call if we find anything.”
“You'd better,” I warned.
