"Lex," Dare extends his hand and I shake it. "I just gave the officers all the information I have on Dana. Like I told you on the phone, her and Leyna were supposed to be here tonight but never showed."
One of the officers speaks. "I put an APB out on Miss Murphy's car and my partner, and I are about to head over to her address now to see what we can find," he informs me.
"I'm ready. Let's go," I tell them.
Kurt moves around the two officers to stand in front of me and puts his hand up. "Hold up. Let them do their job, Lex. Whatever they find out will be shared with us."
Anger replaces my worry. "This is my woman we're talking about here. I can't stand around waiting for answers, Kurt," my hands fist at my sides at the thought of doing anything.
"You know protocol, Lex. You have to take a step back because this case has shifted. It's personal now. We don't need you going off the rails. You need to stay focused."
I harden my stare. "What the fuck? What the hell are you trying to say? You want me to sit here with my thumb up my ass and do nothing?" I step forward, and Kai grabs my arm.
Kurt doesn't flinch. "Stand down, Taylor."
"He's right, man," Kai removes his hold on me. "You need to step back and let the cops do their job. We only have so much authority here. Fucking think of Leyna—Dana too. We have two women missing."
Tearing my eyes away from Kurt, I turn my back and walk away. Standing at the big window overlooking the club, I watch the men and women enjoying their night—oblivious to the world around them and the evil living in it. For a second time my woman's life could be in danger, and for the moment my hands are tied.
The silence in the room is broken the moment one of the officer's two-way radios goes off saying they found the car registered to Dana in the parking lot of the outlet mall.
"Please confirm tag number and description of the vehicle," he returns speaking into the receiver.
"Adam, Charles, King, 1-1-2-3. Blue Toyota Camry." The officer looks at his notes then looks at Dare who nods confirming the description as well.
Acting, I fling the office door open, and take off down the stairs, through the people dancing on the floor and burst out the heavy steel door stepping out into the frigid night air. Once I get to my car, I realize Kai has my keys. "Fuck."
"Forget something?" Kai jogs up and throws my keys to me as he rounds the hood of my car.
Skillfully weaving in and out of traffic, being mindful of others on the road, we make it to the scene. Several officers are holding people at bay as they secure the site. Rushing past, I come up on Dana's car, the trunk open. Ignoring commands from officers, I walk to the back end of the car and peer in. Shopping bags, two purses, one of them belonging to Leyna are sitting on the floorboard in the trunk. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a blue blinking light. It's Leyna's cellphone. Without thinking, I pick it up.
"Sir, you can't touch the evidence," a young officer steps beside me.
My thumb swipes the screen. Six missed calls; one from me, two from Alba; her brother's wife and three from Gabriel himself. That's when it hits me. My woman is missing but so is his sister. As much as I dislike the man, this is something I would never keep from him or the rest of her family. Without hesitation, I tap my finger on his number and put the phone to my ear.
"Leyna, don't you know how to—"
I cut him off. "Martinez."
"The fuck? Put my sister on the phone, Taylor."
A heavy breath leaves me. "You're sister is missing." The words taste bitter on my tongue as I say them.
"Motherfucker, what did you just say—where the hell is my sister?" Gabriel roars, his voice loud enough for the officers standing around to take notice.
At this point, I realize we may not get anywhere in our conversation. Cursing and what sounds like glass breaking is all I hear on the other end of the line before hearing another familiar voice.
"Agent Taylor," Jake Delane, President of the Kings, communicates with me.
"Jake." More dread settles in my gut as my thoughts shift to what Leyna and Dana must be going through.
"Tell me what you need," he says.
"Manpower," I tell him.
"Done."
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