Peter digested that. So Karen Pen had called Chad, but tricked him into thinking she was calling from his mother’s phone?
“Merchant is already on his way over,” Dawn said, pulling the laptop back.
“We didn’t have anyone watching her house?” he asked, frowning. Dawn shook her head.
“No. We searched it last night, but she hadn’t been home. The police were supposed to keep an eye on the neighborhood, but I’m guessing they’ve just driven by a few times. She’s not a high priority.”
“Okay, I’m going to go,” Peter said, the idea of just sitting there while Chad might be in trouble making him feel like he was going to implode. “You stay here and keep on top of things.”
“Yes, sir.”
Peter grabbed his keys and coat and left his office in a jog, skipping the elevator and taking the stairs down to the parking garage. As his feet crashed down on the concrete steps, taking them three four and even five at a time, he just got more and more angry.
If a spoofed number was all it took to trick Chad into ditching his protection detail and willingly walk right into the arms of his kidnapper, then he and Peter were going to have aserioustalk.
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