Page 89 of Saber Stalked


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“You don’t understand. I already did that.”

“Damn it motherfucker shitballs cocksucker!”

“Language,Mija!” Mama yells from my elbow.

I nearly jump out of my skin. The gang’s all here. Mama, Papa, and Faylor are staring at me in the living room.

“Is there some sort of triangulation thing you can do to see where he was before his phone went offline?” I ask.

“I’ll try a few things,” Tatiana offers. “I might need to go to Saber Security to do it.”

“Do what you need to, then call me back,” I hang up the phone.

“What’s going on? Where’s Rand,” Faylor’s eyes are wide with fear.

I don’t know what comes over me. I grab her in a fierce hug.

“I don’t know right now,” I whisper into her hair. “But I’m going to find out, and we’ll get him back.”

Mama opens her mouth to say something but decides against it when I shake my head.

Papa stands next to Mama with the shotgun. “Will we need firearms for this portion of our day,Mija?”

I snort. “No, Papa. And if we do, I’m sure Luke and Wysdom have plenty.”

“Yes. Yes. Lucio will help with this,” Mama nods at me, then grabs Faylor’s hand. “C’mon, pretty girl. We’re going to make coffee. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long day.”

Chapter 45

“Ugh. Brothers. AmIRight?!?”

-Carolina

The long night turned into a long morning. I was running on fumes and lots of coffee. The conference room at Saber Security turned into our makeshift war room. And the gang was all here.

“The last thing Rand sent was the text to his daughter/niece,” Tatiana pulls up a map of the region and points to St. Pete Beach. “It wasn’t far from the Don CeSar. Then the signal stopped altogether.”

“Stopped as in he turned off his phone?” Celia asks.

Tatiana shakes her head. “If it was off, I could still track it.”

“I knew she could track our shit,” Flint grumbles.

Celia slaps him on the arm.

I ignore everyone. “What about his car?”

“Stopped at the same spot,” Tatiana points to the map. “Charlie Team found it abandoned in a nearby parking lot. Looks like someone hit him or forced him off the road. It wasn’t hard enough to make the airbags deploy, though.”

“I was afraid something like this would happen,” I bite my lip again. At this rate, I’m going to need a lip transplant.

“Why were you afraid of this?” Luke frowns at me.

I turn and look at the room. Tatiana hovers over her fancy laptop. Flint and Celia are huddled in a corner over their own computer. Wysdom sits quietly at the head of the table, leaning back in the leather conference chair. Her hands are folded. Her eyes are closed - either deep in thought, or she was asleep. She did have four kids at home.

Luke has been pacing the room but stopped when he asked the question.

It’s now or never.