I walked back to our table, forcing myself to think back over the last couple of days as I searched for a clue. Anything that might help me figure out where he’d taken her. After a few moments, it hit me—Molly’s purse was missing. I ran back to the bathroom, searching everywhere for it. It was gone too.
Think, Liam, think. Her life literally depends on it.
I ran through what Molly would’ve had in her purse. Her phone—I could track her through that. I pulled up her location on my phone.
No Location Found.
“Dammit.”
They’d either turned it off or destroyed it before anyone could track her. The seconds kept ticking by, each one feeling heavier than the last. Seconds mattered. I had to think, and I had to think fast.
Her AirPods.
She always listened to music while she baked. Maybe she’d tossed them into her purse. I could track her through those too.
I switched from tracking her phone to her AirPods.
Miracles were real.
A small dot appeared on the map, moving down the highway and out of Great Falls.
Where the hell is he taking her?
I ran out the door and called Jace as I barreled down the road, praying I’d find her before they realized what was sitting in the bottom of her purse.
“They’re taking her somewhere on the outskirts of Great Falls. I’m not exactly sure where yet, but I’m trying to catch up to them as fast as I can,” I said.
“Colt’s here with me. What do you need us to do?” Jace asked.
“Just try to catch up to me as fast as you can. He must have known we had a reservation, because he followed us to the restaurant. He’s been keeping track of her—even after we killed his friend—which means he’s escalating. He won’t go down without a fight now that they have her.”
I ended the call, speeding down the highway as I tracked her location.
They turned onto a side road, traveling down it for a few miles before coming to a stop. They had either tossed the AirPods out of the car or stopped driving.
“I’m coming, Molly,” I said. It felt exactly like the day I rescued her from the bakery after she called 911—the same helplessness clawing at my chest.
Molly
I started to come to. Wherever I was, it was really cold. There weren’t many lights either. I could barely see anything around me. The concrete beneath me was freezing, the cinderblock walls a matching gray. From what little I could make out, it was some kind of warehouse—probably abandoned. The cobwebs told me no one had been here in years.
Footsteps approached from behind.
“She’s awake,” a man said gruffly. It wasn’t the guy who had taken me, but they were dressed very similarly. Obviously partners. “You didn’t drug her with enough chloroform, you idiot.”
Another set of footsteps followed, this time unmistakably the guy from the restaurant. He looked down at me, annoyed that I wasn’t still lying limp on the floor.
Sorry, jackass.
“It doesn’t matter. I got her here like the boss wanted. She’s not my problem anymore,” he said, brushing me off like I was a piece of disgusting gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
Great. So it wasn’t just these two douchebags I had to deal with. Apparently, there was a boss too.
“He’s on his way. Says he’s two minutes out. Let’s go get everything ready for later,” the stubborn onesaid, turning to the man who’d been stalking me for months.
He did exactly as he was told. It seemed obeying orders was standard practice.
After they were out of sight, I started trying to twist my arms out of the rope they’d tied around my wrists and ankles. If I could break my hands free, I could undo the rope holding my ankles together and get the hell out of here.
