“I know where she is.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I’m running, Tori right on my heels and we’re in my car before I know it, tearing off out of the parking lot.
As I drive, my mind is all over the place, unable to settle, my mind hopping from one thought to the next.
I fill Tori in on everything, bringing her up to speed with everything that’s gone on as I swerve through the traffic, beating the lights only seconds before they turn to red. Speeding tickets be damned.
I’m coming for you, Quinn.
One thing I know for sure… I can’t lose her.
∞∞∞
I screech to a halt behind a sleek black sedan with tinted windows and jump out. The entire street is deserted, not a single soul in sight.
I check the map on the tracking app, my location closing in on Quinn’s, and I crane my neck to look up at the thirteen-storey apartment block. She’s in there somewhere withhim, on who knows which floor.
Whatever is happening in there, whatever he’s doing to her, I could be too late.
Fear tugs at me as the thought of what I could find inside, what kind of state she’ll be in when I find her.
Tori and I head inside, listening closely to any sort of movement as we sweep each floor, hoping to hear voices that would lead us to Quinn. It’s deathly quiet, almost too quiet for my liking.
“I don’t like this,” Tori comments with a low, hushed voice.
“Neither do I,” I reply.
Just then, there’s the sound of a loud commotion from up above.
“Let go of me!” There’s no mistaking that voice.
“Quinn!” I shout, my voice bouncing off every wall, echoing up the staircase.
“Dwight!” she yells in a strangled voice, one of fear and desperation. She doesn’t sound too far away.
I take off in a run, my legs burning as I push harder and harder, two, three steps at a time.
As I reach the landing of what must be the seventh floor, I look up, and what I see has rage boiling in my veins, anger fuelling the fire that’s burning within me.
And like a bull in a fighting ring, I see red.
Chapter 51
Quinn
25 Minutes Earlier
“Well, for saying you’re stinking rich, you live in a total dump,” I comment, turning my nose up for effect as I take in the shitty apartment building. Every wall is covered in decades old wallpaper that hangs off the walls, and is covered in thick black mould. The carpet beneath my feet is threadbare and dirty. There’s a sickly sour tinge in the air that leaves a weird taste in the back of my throat, like when fruit turns bad.
This place makes my apartment look likeThe Ritz.
“Oh, this isn’t my apartment, angel, I live in a detached five bedroom house on the other side of the city.” He says it as though I’m meant to be impressed.
I’m not.
We start the climb to which ever floor we’re going, and I trail behind him, dragging my feet to drag this out longer. Surely by now Tori would have wondered where I am. Would she have called Dwight?
But how the hell would he ever find me?
I run my hand over my jacket pocket where my phone lies, still recording every word. I only hope I can keep him talking long enough to incriminate himself and admit to what he did to me. Whatever goes down when we reach where we’re heading, it’ll be worth it if I can at least get a confession out of him.
