“Wynn, it’s me, Francis.”
“Thank God.”
“We’re getting you out of here.”
“Where’s Ridgeway?”
He leaned over and using some cool-looking thing, unlocked me from the chains.
“He’s being taken care of.” He didn’t offer more, and I wasn’t going to start a conversation.
He helped me up, but I wasn’t steady. The dizziness was so bad, I couldn’t stand on my own. “He drugged me.”
“With what?” Francis was carrying me toward the window, realizing I couldn’t walk on my own.
“Mida-something.”
“Midazolam?”
“Yes.”
He turned to another masked guy. “Call in for flumazenil.”
After that it was a lot of jostling as they carefully got me out the window. I threw up halfway to the SUV, but Francis never let me go. When I was ushered into the vehicle, exhaustion overtook me. Before I passed out, I looked at Francis.
“Julian.”
“Soon, Wynn.” Was all I heard; then sleep pulled me under.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Julian
One thingabout living on an island was that it made you easy to trap. When word got out about Wynn, I had everyone and everything at my disposal to find him. Ridgeway wasn’t powerful, he didn’t have the resources he thought he did, and he most certainly wasn’t smart.
The castle was buzzing with people and Francis, who’d been torn a new one for getting distracted while watching Wynn, was doing everything in his power to make it right. There were only so many places to hide on an island. If Ridgeway had gotten a flight out, that would have been a huge problem.
It had been almost two hours since I’d heard Wynn was kidnapped, making it three hours since he’d been with Ridgeway. I was sure we had to be close, and that was validated as soon as one of the tech guys shouted, “Got him.”
“Where?” I rushed over to where he was stationed.
“A call came in from a woman saying she thought something weird was going on next door. She said she saw a man there yesterday covering windows and then while she was walking herdog, she swore she saw the same man carrying someone inside. She’d called the police, who then connected us with it.”
“And you’re sure it’s him?” I asked, watching as he clicked away at his keyboard.
“Positive. There are street cameras and if I go to the one nearest to the address, I see this taken two hours ago.”
I watched as a man, dressed just like he was at the airport, carried in Wynn. I recognized Wynn because he was wearing a ridiculous bright-yellow polo shirt. I was positive Ridgeway was an idiot and didn’t know who he was messing with.
“I want teams in there.” I stood to leave.
“Your Highness, where are you going?” Edward stopped me.
“Wynn is in that house; nothing is stopping me from going in there to get him.”
“Son, you can’t.” My mother intervened.
“Like hell I can’t.”
