Page 35 of Fighting Our Forever

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ryan

I’m torn between wanting to be with Callie to make sure she’s okay and needing to coordinate with my team and find Rush. Fucking Brenna. I knew she was a crazy bitch, but I never expected this to happen. The paramedics just left after checking Callie over. They wanted to take her to the hospital to get some x-rays, but the stubborn ass refused to go with them. Paul convinced her to go if we took her.

Sheriff Calver came and took Callie’s statement and has sent out an Amber Alert for Rush. The police are going to be working in tandem with Panthera to find Rush and get him home as quickly and safely as possible. Every one of the founding partners of Panthera Security were on a training exercise near the compound. As soon as we got the call about Rush and Callie from Tom Reid I hung up and explained to them exactly what was going on. Everyone went to the compound and Owens got started checking traffic cams for anything he could find.

Paul pulls me to the side. “Go to Panthera. Check and see what they have on our boy. Knowing Owens, he’ll have Brenna found within the hour and Rush will be back home by tonight. I’m taking Calliope to the hospital.”

I nod, needing to find my son. “Take care of our woman Paul.”

“You know I will.” He tells me and walks over to Callie and sweeps her up in his arms, carrying her out to his truck.

Sheriff Calver walks up to me while I watch them pull out of the drive, her dad standing beside me. “That ex of yours did a real number on Callie. I assume you’re going to be pressing charges once your son is found.”

“You’d assume right. I want her to pay for it all, breaking and entering, the assault, and the kidnapping. I want her locked up for as long as possible.”

“That won’t be a problem. Give me a ride to Panthera, and we’ll get them found. Between your resources and mine, it shouldn’t take too long.”

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“It’s been three fucking hours, and we’re still looking for my son! Why the fuck don’t you have something yet Owens?” I shout, pacing in the conference room where we’ve got everyone set up.

“You need to chill the fuck out Donovan. We’re all busting our asses trying to find your son, but there’s nothing to go on. You stomping around here like King Kong isn’t getting shit done!” Owens yells, getting up in my face.

Paul walks in not a second later, eyes immediately narrowing on Owens and me. I spot Callie instantly and see she’s walking with a sling around her arm, thank god it isn’t anything more serious. Giving them a chin lift, I turn back to Owens and hold out my hand. “Sorry man, I just need to find my son.”

The anger clouding his expression clears and he shakes my outstretched hand. “It’s cool man. There’s nothing I want more than to find him. Give me a minute. I might have something.”

Clapping him on the shoulder, I walk over to Paul and our woman who’s telling her dad what the doctor said. She seems to know I need her because she stops mid-sentence and pushes me to my desk and into my chair. Sitting on my lap, she holds me as tight as she is able.

“She has a broken collar bone and is suffering from a mild concussion. The woman should be resting, but she refused to go home or lay down until our son is found.” Paul grumps, resting against my desk.

“Callie, do you think you’re up for looking at some pictures. I want to get a better idea of what kind of car we’re looking for.” Owens asks.

“Of course, I can. Anything I can do to get Rush back home.”

Owens sets his laptop down on her lap. “Skim through these pictures and let me know if you find one that looks like the one you saw Brenna in earlier. If she’s driving the same vehicle, we might get a hit on the BOLO.”

Callie was able to identify the make and model of the vehicle but couldn’t tell us anything about the license plate. Sheriff Calver updated the Amber Alert, and although there have been tips, none of them have panned out.

“Ryan, get over here man,” Owens says, calling me over to his desk about an hour later. Paul and Callie follow behind me.

“So, I’ve been going through her credit card history from the past couple of days. Three days ago, she bought some prepaid credit cards. She did this in a few different locations. Anyway, I did some research and was able to get the card numbers, and I have it set up on my computer to alert me when a purchase is made using one of those cards.”

“Please tell me she used one,” I ask, finally feeling an ounce of hope.

He nods, smiling victoriously. “She bought gas in a small town in West Virginia a couple hours ago. The town is about six hours away from here.”

“She could already be hundreds of miles away by now.”

“Could be, but she also ordered room service at a hotel near there and charged it to her room.”

“When?”

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“Fuck yes! Let’s go guys, I need the hotel address and her room number. We’re going to get our son back.”

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