“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”Sandy shouted.
Carson turned and gripped Sandy’s shoulders.“Allie has been kidnapped by a very bad man.”
“How bad?”she asked.“Jeffrey Dahmer bad or Hannibal Lector?”
“He’s not going to eat her brain, but this person is known for murder as well as…” Carson gulped, not wanting to finish.
“As well as what?”Sandy yelled, begging with her eyes for him to finish that sentence.
“Trafficking,” Jackanswered for him.
Sandy’s legs started to buckle, and Carson tightened his grip to keep her standing.“It won’t come to that.We’ll find her,” Carson assured Sandy.He passed Sandy over to Greg as he pulled out his phone.
“Who are you calling?”Sandy asked.
“My contact who’s helped me find this guy before,” Carson responded as the phone rang.“Char, I need your help, quick.”
“What’s going on?”she replied easily, as if there had been nothing untoward between them.
“Yurgio took my girlfriend.”
“What?I thought you got him in LA?”
“No, we saw him and captured everyone else on the ship.He snuck out.He must have followed us back then followed me to my girlfriend’s.”
“How can I help?”
“I have a picture of him on my dash cam.I can give you the license plate of the car he was in.”Carson could only hope they hadn’t dumped the car.“Also, check Allie’s phone.I don’t see it here.”
“If it’s off, I can’t track it.”
“I know, but just to be safe.”It was unlikely it was still on.Yurgio hadn’t avoided the authorities this long by being sloppy like that.
“Alright, I’ll call you back shortly,” she said then hung up.
They all waited impatiently for Charlotte to call back.It felt like an eternity, when in reality, it was only ten minutes.They used that time to help straighten up Allie’s house.She would hate to come home to the mess.And yes, she was coming home.
Carson didn’t care about capturing Yurgio.He just wanted to rescue Allie from him.He didn’t allow himself to think about what Yurgio was doing to her.
“Hey,” Carson answered his phone when it barely rang.
“I tracked the car to a Juan Gomez.”
It wasn’t a familiar name to him.“How is he connected to Yurgio?”
“He’s not.Not as far as I can tell.He’s a cardiovascular doctor there in Vegas.”
“Wait?A resident here?”
“Yeah.The past ten years.Clean record.”
With no connection to Yurgio.
“What is she saying?”Sandy asked, coming up to him and looking frantic again.
“The car is registered to a doctor here inVegas, but has no connection with Yurgio.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Rob said, looking confused.
