She gave him a small smile. “Then let’s go find your girl.”
Mac’s blunt question and matter-of-fact attitude was like a slap in the face and a splash of ice-cold-water, all wrapped into one. And it was exactly what Jake needed.
Just like that, he was in battle mode. Except, “I-I don’t even know where to start looking.” He ran a shaking hand down his face before rubbing the back of his neck.
“I think I can help with that.”
All heads turned at the sound of Derek’s voice. Confused, Jake looked around, surprised when he saw D’s car next to his.
Jesus, he must truly be losing it if he didn’t even notice another vehicle pulling into the driveway.
“Did you check the camera feed yet?” Tablet in hand, Derek walked quickly toward them.
Shit! Fuck! Shit!He’d completely forgotten about the security cameras!
Jake’s head swung around, his gaze landing on the one above Olivia’s front door. The system Derek installed looked like a single camera setup, but was actually two. One lens faced her front stoop while a second one recorded her driveway.
Jake ran a hand over his weary face, again. Grant was right. He had to get his head on straight. Olivia didn’t have time for anything less.
He turned back to Derek whose fingers were tapping away on the tablet’s screen. Jake saw his teammate’s face go slack, his complexion suddenly pale. “Ah, hell.”
Jake’s stomach plummeted. “What?” he demanded as he closed the distance between them. “What?”he growled again when Derek didn’t answer right away.
Sympathy filled Derek’s eyes as he turned the tablet so Jake could see its screen. His body tensed as he watched Cetro carry a bloody, unconscious Olivia outside. When they moved out of the camera’s view, Jake tapped the screen to switch to the secondary camera’s recording.
The bastard laid her down in the back of a white SUV. Cetro spent a couple of minutes bent over the back bumper before closing the hatch, presumably securing Olivia.
Jake’s teeth clenched together so hard he was surprised they didn’t crush into powder from the pressure.
His brow turned in when Cetro got in on the passenger seat, rather than the driver’s. “He had someone with him,” he said mostly to himself.
Squinting, he focused on whoever was behind the wheel, but he couldn’t make out any features other than the driver was obviously male.
“Probably the other prisoner he escaped with,” Coop said.
They all watched, hovered over Jake’s shoulders, as the vehicle quickly reversed out of the drive, and then took off toward the highway.
Forcing back the stark terror screaming through his veins, Jake restarted the video. This time putting all his effort into the details, as he would for any other job.
If he didn’t, if he allowed himself to think about what Olivia could be going through this very second, he’d never make it another step.
“There!” Jake blurted. He looked up to find his entire team still surrounding him, having his back, as always.
His thoughts and vision blurred by emotions, Jake had missed it the first time. Pointing to the screen, he directed his words to Derek.
“Can you enlarge that?”
Derek took the tablet from Jake’s hands, and in seconds, he had a clear picture of the SUV’s front license plate. Another couple minutes, and he knew who it was registered to.
“It belongs to a rental company out of Dallas,” D told Jake excitedly. “It was rented out under the name Robert Jones two days ago.”
“Bob Jones? Really?” Mac asked sarcastically before muttering, “Guess Cetro doesn’t have much of an imagination.”
“How the hell is that going to help us find him?”
Jake could contact the state and local authorities to issue an APB, but by the time they got the word out, Cetro would be long gone, and Olivia would be dead.
The fingertips on Derek’s right hand tapped against the screen with lightning speed. “It’s a national rental chain.”
