The van stops at a streetlight, and I take the opportunity to use the traffic light camera here to zoom in to see who’s driving. Sighing, I shake my head as I see Jake’s face. He doesn’t even try to hide himself, instead glaring dispassionately at the camera as if telling me to fuck myself.
Everyone in our organization knows I’m proficient with computers. Will Jake tell the person who took her this? I’ll have to cross that bridge when I get to it, but for now, no one can stop me from following the breadcrumbs of their digital footprints.
I can’t see anyone in the passenger seat, but that doesn’t mean anything. I doubt he’d have taken Cass and my omegas of his own volition.
“Jake’s driving the car. Madam Clara has to be pulling his strings, right?” I rasp, feeling as if I can’t get enough air into my lungs.
“I don’t want to close any options by making assumptions, but that’s what I’m thinking,” Abbott growls as he blows through a red light.
Our next turn takes us out of Savannah and onto the highway, and my stomach clenches. I canfeelthe glimmer of my pack bond with Cassidy and my bond with Winter. They’re simply too far away for me to be able to feel emotions or how they are.
“They’re still on the highway,” I murmur, sending a pin of their location in a text to Greig. He wouldn’t be playing us and still be helping. That’s the best way to die painfully and without mercy, and he was too panicked when he realized Cass, Bellamy, and Winter were missing, likely at Jake’s hands.
That emotion was real, and Greig isn’t that good of an actor.
“There’s obviously a plan in place,” Ansel mutters. “I wonder how far they’re going to drive?”
“I don’t know, but I let Greig know so that he can get people mobilized,” I grunt. “Fuck. It’s the waiting that is killing me. I want to know if they’re okay. Why didn’t I install video on Winter and Bellamy’s bracelets?”
“I didn’t know that was an option, creeper,” Ansel says, his lips twitching.
“I don’t think I care much about autonomy and permission at the moment,” Abbott breathes, attempting to hold onto his sanity with an iron grip. “I’m ready to hole up in our house forever once we find them and never come out.”
“They’re only fifteen minutes ahead of us,” I mutter. “We’ll get them. They obviously don’t know about the trackers, Abbott.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he says.
My foot bounces as I watch the traffic cameras on the highway, worried I’m going to lose visual contact with the van. The cameras are further between, and I hiss as I catch the van turning off onto what looks like a smaller road.
The back roads are going to be fucking dicey for finding cameras to follow them. Few big roads mean there’s no reason for them.
“They’re turning off,” I mutter. “It’s going to be harder for me to track them on the traffic cameras.”
“I guess sometimes it’s really nice to have a stalker like you with us,” Ansel says, sounding stressed as I find a way to watch both apps at the same time.
The windows are small, but it does the job for now. I don’t want to miss anything.
“They’re moving further into the country,” I say, ignoring Ansel. This is how he’s handling things, I’ll gladly let him poke fun at me.
“Yep.” Ansel swallows hard as he watches, while Abbott drives.
“Don’t let me miss the turn,” he growls.
Glancing up, I nod. “Next exit.”
“Thanks,” Abbott sighs, turning when he needs to. “Wow. It’s like going back in time. I always forget how isolated this area is.”
“There’s clearly a plan in place here,” I say.
We’re going north and not toward the coast, so I’m not sure what their plan is. I simply know that they wouldn’t be headed this way if they didn’t have one.
That makes things feel even worse, and a kaleidoscope of questions run through my mind. Does Madam Clara have buyers for our omegas? What does she want with Cassidy? Is she going to kill her?
I know that she’s with them because of the tracker, but even that thin amount of information is grating. Jake expectedto simply disappear without a trace. No one knows we have trackers implanted under our skin, not even our closest employees.
Greig didn’t ask how we knew where to find our packmates, he simply went with it. It’s a testament to how long he’s been with us that he’d simply trust that we know what we’re doing.
Fuck, do I hope that we do.
