Unless the accident wasn’t supposed to have been a severe as it had turned out? Maybe that was the reason why the car that hit Narelle had hightailed it away from the scene? Which would make the drugging at the hospital make more sense.
“Andy? Fucking talk to me. Is Margot dead?” Wilt yelled.
“Sorry, she was shot in the arm. She’s okay.”
“Where the fuck did you go? You say Margot’s shot and then nothing!” His friend was pissed at him, and he couldn’t blame Wilt at all. If the roles had been reversed, he would’ve reacted the same.
“I was going over all what had happened, trying to connect Camille to it all. I don’t think Narelle’s accident was supposed to be as bad as it was. I’m thinking it should’ve been a minor tap. They would’ve then encouraged her to follow them to a place where they could talk without disrupting the traffic. Once they’d gotten there, she’d have disappeared. But they had hurt her badly and had to swivel, which led to the incident at the hospital.”
“Yeah, that tracks. What’s Camille’s part in it all?She wasn’t the nurse you chased. I found out who she was.”
“I’m not sure. It initially sounded like she’s a spotter and gets a fee for every woman she introduces to the traffickers, but she said something about being surprised that someone wanted Narelle. I don’t know the connection. But once we get her, we’ll find out.” He studied his phone again. “Fuck, they’ve gone.”
They were still two minutes away from his place. The one person who could hack into traffic cameras to follow them was driving the car. And his laptop was at the office.
“Which direction?” Wilt asked, and Andy picked up on the subtle change in speed.
“East down my street.”
“You still have your computer at home?”
“Yeah, why?”
“When we get to your place, haul ass inside and get it. I’ll hotspot it to my phone and track them.”
Andy knew they were going to lose precious minutes doing what Wilt suggested, but it seemed like the best solution. “Okay. I’ll let the others know what’s happening. Camille was driving a small blue SUV. I don’t think you’ll be able to get a good visual of her plates as she drove away, though.”
“It will be fine,” Wilt assured him. Considering how savvy his friend was with computer, he didn’t doubt it.
The rest of the team were in pairs following them in other cars. Andy activated his comms and relayed the information to the team. Responses came firing back quickly. “Everyone’s going to wait. Steve said something about continuing on, but I told him it was pointless, as Camille could’ve gone in either direction and it’s better that we’re all together and not separated.”
“Good. With what I heard, we’re going to need all the manpower.” Wilt screeched to halt out the front of Andy’s place. “I’ll call the police and clue them into what’s going down. You grab the laptop.”
Andy was out of the car before Wilt had finished speaking. The front door of his house was still open, and anger swelled when he saw the blood on his front porch. He scooped up Narelle’s laptop bag and put it on his desk while he unplugged his laptop. Ensuring the door was locked, he raced back to the car, where Wilt was in the passenger seat.
“Here you go. You know the password.” He gave a small wave to his colleagues and got into the car.
Every instinct had him wanting to gun themotor and get going, but there was no point in doing anything until they had an idea of where Camille was headed. The longer they waited, the farther Narelle got away from him. His heart was clenching at the thought of not seeing her again. Not laughing with her. Not kissing her.
He slammed the door on those thoughts.
He would see her again, and he would be able to do all those when he had her back in his arms.
First thing, he would tell her was that he loved her. He should’ve said the words this morning when he told her how important she was to him.
“Okay I’ve got them. When you get to the end of the street, turn left.”
“On it.” Andy pulled away and sped down the street, taking the corner faster than he normally would, but the urgency to get to Narelle was riding him hard.
He was hopeful that they would catch them soon, Camille couldn’t have got too much of a head start on them.
Andy carefully weaved through traffic, not wanting to endanger the general public, but maintaining a higher speed than everyone else, as he followed Wilt’s instructions. “We have to be comingup to them soon, don’t we?” he muttered. He trusted his friend implicitly, but they didn’t seem to be any closer to them.
“Yep, it looks like they’re turning right at the next intersection.”
Anticipation and a hint of fear combined inside of Andy. Anticipation that they were going to get close enough to Camille to stop her, but fear that the woman would notice that she was being chased and decide to shoot both Narelle and Margot.
Considering how she was thinking how Margot could be another paycheck, he didn’t think so, but she’d already shot her once, so who knew what Camille’s thoughts were? She was also angry at Narelle for still being around, she could decide that his woman wasn’t worth the hassle and eliminate her.
