Travis’s entire posture changed. His back straightened, and he went on high alert.
“JJ’s missin’,” he admitted.
“What?”
“Yeah. She was kidnapped in downtown this mornin’.”
“When?”
“About seven-thirty. Next to the General Store. Ramona said she came into Batter and Bliss about that time. She never made it back home.”
“This Greenwood’s doin’?” Travis asked, his voice holding an edge of danger.
“No.” Brantley knew that much to be true, thanks to his conversation with Governor Greenwood a short time ago. Dante was currently in a lockdown rehab facility down south. His father had called the place in Brantley’s presence so he could get confirmation that they had eyes on Dante. According to the information Governor Greenwood received, Dante hadn’t had any visitors aside from his parents in the past six months, and he hadn’t made any outgoing calls in roughly the same period.
He wasn’t behind this.
“Isolated incident,” Brantley added because he didn’t want Travis to worry that anyone else was in danger.
“You know who did it?”
“Ninety-nine percent sure, yeah. Her name’s Molly Ryan. Her accomplice’s name is Sonny Gilmore.”
As he relayed the names, Brantley watched Travis’s face for any hint of recognition, but there wasn’t any.
“What can we do to help?” Travis asked.
“Right now, my team’s lookin’ into the mental health facilities she was in over the years and searchin’ vacant buildings in the area. I’ve got one talkin’ to business owners downtown to see if anyone recognizes the guy.” Brantley pulled up the sketch they’d been working with and handed his phone to Travis.
“He looks kinda familiar,” Travis said. “But I don’t know him. Send me the sketch, and I’ll ask around.”
Brantley took his phone when Travis passed it back.
“Where’re you comin’ from?” Travis asked.
“I just paid Governor Greenwood a visit. Wanted to rule Dante out.”
“And you’re positive?”
“Yeah. Definitely not behind this.”
“And Reese?”
“He’s drivin’ around lookin’ for any abandoned houses. So far, we’ve come up empty.”
Travis nodded as though that made perfect sense. “Let me round up my brothers and Pop, and we’ll start a sweep through town. Door to door if we have to.”
Relief flooded Brantley. He’d already enlisted his own brothers and his brother-in-law to help out. They were doing the same thing.
“We’re set up at Baz and JJ’s house,” Brantley told him.
“Bristol’s old place?”
“Yeah.”
“All right. Keep me in the loop.”
“Thanks, Travis.”
