“Where is she?” I demand, needing to hold her, but I don’t see an ambulance being used.
“Whoever’s behind this took her. Witnesses say a woman was dragged out of the building by an older man, who threwgrenades into the shop and under the car,” Vortex says. He pauses and looks at the open laptop cradled in his arm. “That tracker you had me install is working, though.”
“Do it,” I order him.
“But, Prez, she’ll feel violated when she finds out you did that.”
I grip him by the front of his flannel jacket.
“Do I look like I give a fuck? She’ll want to come back alive. She’ll forgive me.”
Sparky is looking between both of us.
“Where is this tracker?” He looks uncomfortable and avoids making eye contact.
I shake my head. After this, I’m putting one in her arm or leg.
“In her property vest.”
“So, she’s wearing it.”
“Obviously,” I say, shaking my head. “Let’s go.”
“I’ll ride with you,” Vortex says and jumps into the passenger seat.
“I’ll message the team,” Sparky says.
I climb into my truck and call Icarus first to let him know what happened. He warns me that he might get called in because of the windstorm.
“Stay with Oly as long as you can. If you need to go, have Cy come sit with her. She likes him.”
“I’ll call him now and get him here.”
“I wish Shock were here, but he’s already down in Seward for his honeymoon. I need Loki.”
“Got it. I’ll call him and have him meet you at the clubhouse.”
“Thank you.” He knows I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone.
“I don’t know where he’s heading, but it’s not Anchorage,” Vortex says.
“Where?”
“North. Up the Parks. So far, he’s just passed the Big Lake turn off.”
“Keep an eye on them.”
I get lost in my head with what I’m willing to do to bring my woman back home to our family. I’m going to rip these men from limb to limb.
“Hey, Prez, you know that her fingerprints go back to unknown?”
“They go back to Mariah Afton, correct?”
“Yeah. She told you?”
“Yeah. Who’s her father and this Silas asshole?”
“Ervin Afton is an eighty-year-old billionaire, who has too much money for his own good. Family founded Afton International, one of the global investment companies that was in the North Tower before it collapsed. He was married to one Claire Huntington Afton, twenty years his junior. She died under mysterious circumstances when Marnie, or Mariah, was only nine.” He pauses, and I try to focus on what he’s saying.
