I shook my head.
"It's almost comical that both of us could cut out someone's heart with the precision of a surgeon, but neither of us can fucking figure out how to bring up the history on these screens."
Jacob smirked.
"Imagine," he said, pointing at himself and then at me.
"Dumb and dumber."
I cracked a smile, then pulled out my cell and dialed Zach. He answered immediately.
"Any luck in finding her, Atlas?"
I cleared my throat.
"We’re getting closer, but I need you to hack into the system and bring up the videos from this facility. The equipment is high tech, and Jacob and I can't figure it the fuck out."
He snickered into the phone, then his tone became serious.
"Sure. I'm already zoned in on the address. Give me about five minutes, and I will pull the history up for you."
"OK," I mumbled, then hung up. We patiently waited for my brother to work his magic. Five minutes later, the videos from earlier today came to life as promised.
The kid was a fucking genius. At least these images were easier to see than the others from two months ago. I chose the footage from six O'clock this evening, almost four hours before we arrived.
I didn't want to waste time watching the whole thing. I just needed to know she was still alive.
My heart hammered in my chest, and my palms were sweaty as I looked at Kitlyn and Becca on the screen.
I froze for a second, composing myself, not wanting to lose my shit right here. They were being forced into the shower. Out of respect, Jacob looked away from Kitlyn's nudity. I shook my head.
"No need. It is what it is. I suspect we’re going to see a hell of a lot worse than just her naked body."
My partner just nodded and continued viewing the monitor with me. My pulse raced, and the veins in my neck throbbed when the two lowlifes made them open their legs.
It's a good thing Juan didn't bury his fucking face between Kitlyn's thighs, because his death would be much worse when I found him. We learned who they were from the conversation between the two dingbats.
Neither of us recognized the men or their names. We were pretty familiar with most traffickers, but not these guys. We also learned that Hector was their leader, but that didn't ring a bell either.
I nudged Jay's arm. "See the collars on their necks? If Kit's tracker wasn't removed, that's what's blocking the device. The collar is made of heavy metal. The signal would never get past it."
Jacob rubbed his chin, nodding.
"I'm sure they will have to remove it eventually for something, boss."
My jaw tensed thinking about what those two motherfuckers were going to do to my girl and her friend. I wasnever a fan of Becca, and I'm still not, but this isn't the time to hold a grudge.
I was just as responsible for her as I was for Kitten. Once I rescued them, I could go back to hating her. A slight smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Holding on to my anger toward Becca was my way of punishing her. My resentment made their friendship harder, and that was precisely the point.
I looked at Jacob.
"Let's hope when they remove the fucking thing, the tracker is still in place."
We continued watching the images on the screen. The outside cameras captured the girls being shoved into a blue van. At least they had the decency to cover them up before they left the building.
I zoomed in on the plate. Although I could see the vehicle was registered in Texas, a cover obscured the number.
I shook my head, furious. My fist slammed into the metal desk, denting it. "Fuck! She was here earlier. We were so close."
