All I have to do is get a message to Carolina and the rest of the Saber Security team. How hard can that be?
I pull at the chains around my wrist and sigh.
Fuck. Me.
Chapter 48
“Ain’t nobody got time for a trip into the Pit of Despair today, people!”
-Carolina
It’s a wonder I didn’t throw up seventeen times from the police station to Saber Security. My gut churns, thinking of Rand being God-knows-where, held captive by someone who’s supposed to help, not harm.
I rush into Tatiana’s domain, out of breath. “Ta… tiana…”
T pushes me into a chair. “Take a breath, Freakishly-Tall Saber Sister.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “You keep calling me that.”
She shrugs. “I’m tiny. Regular-sized people are tall to me. You’re freakishly tall. What are you? Six feet?”
I roll my eyes. “Five-ten, thank you very much.”
She grins. “Great. You’ve got your breath back. Now, let’s try to find Rand. Who do you think has him?”
“My therapist.”
Tatiana lets out a whistle. “Well, slap me naked and hide my clothes. You’re shitting me?”
“I wish I were,” I clutch my hands into fists. “Dr. Jackie Keres. I think there’s a connection to Dash. I just don’t know what it is.”
With a quick nod, Tatiana turns to her keyboard and begins typing 200 words a minute. Alright, it’s probably not that fast, but it’s pretty freaking fast.
“Dr. Jackie Keres,” she pulls up files on her monitors. “Looks like she moved to Washington, D.C. right around the time you did. And before that, there’s no record of her.”
“Don’t therapists have to be fingerprinted or something?”
“Good point. Yes. Here we go. Here are her prints on file,” Tatiana pointed to the screen. “I’ll cross-reference them.”
She clicks, clacks, frowns, and harrumphs at the screen.
“What?”
“Well, her records are fuzzy.”
“Fuzzy as in incomplete?”
“No, fuzzy as in hard to read. Look at these prints compared to other prints from the same year,” Tatiana points to the screen. The fingerprints tied to Dr. Keres look like inky smears. The ones next to hers are crystal clear.
“You’re thinking foul play?”
Tatiana clicks her tongue. “Think you can get that detective to go dust for prints in her office?”
I’m already dialing.
???
Ninety minutes later, Tatiana is looking at the crystal clear fingerprints from the therapist’s office. I suggested Detective Janecek dust that chaise lounge that the doc loves so much, and he hit paydirt.