Page 46 of His Curvy Woman

Chapter 19

Hunter

I’m sittingat work wishing I was with Whitley at the beach. She’s probably laying out in the sun, reading her kindle. I hope she remembers to put sunscreen on. Pulling out my phone to remind her, I see several missed calls from a local number. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I don’t bother listening to the voicemail the caller left.

“Hunter?”

“Tina? What’s wrong? Where’s Whitley?”

“She said that she was followed, and he got to her.” She rambles out.

“FUCK!” I yell, gripping my phone tightly.

“Hunter, you have to find her. She said you have to find her.” Tina begs me.

“Going to right now. Tina call the police-”

“Wait! She’s on Country Road one-thirteen. Please hurry!”

My heart sinks in my chest, and my blood runs cold. No one usually takes that road. It’s the perfect place for this asshole to do something and no one to see it happen and help. I hang up the call and run to the office where John is sitting at his desk.

“He’s got her John. I got to go.”

“Not without me, you’re not.” He stands and follows me out. We get into his department truck since it has the sirens on it. “Where are we going?”

“Country Road one-thirteen.”

Without saying a word, he pulls out of the parking lot and speeds, with sirens on, until we turn onto the road. I have no idea what we’ll find when we get there, but I pray to God she’s still breathing when we do. We’re only driving for a few miles when we spot my truck pulled over on the side of the road, but that’s it. Where’s the other car? Did he take her with him? Is she still here? John’s been on the phone with the police since we’ve been in the car and updates them when we spot my truck. They should only be a few minutes behind us.

I step out of his truck and run to mine, but before I can get to it, I spot Arya laying in the grass, bleeding heavily. “FUCK!” I yell again.

“John, we need to get an ambulance here. He has a gun!” I yell, and I see him tell the police. I lean down and pet Arya, and she growls. “It’s just me, girl. I got to get to your momma, but I’ll be back for you. Hold on, girl. Just hold on.”

I go to my truck and see that both doors are open wide. The window on the driver’s side door is shattered, and glass is littered across the seat. The truck is hot and is smoking under the hood. “What the fuck happened?” I yell. I walk around the truck looking for Whitley but don’t find her.

A police cruiser pulls up with an unmarked car. Everyone gets out, and I notice McManus gets out of the passenger side of the unmarked car.

He walks straight to me. “What do we know?”

“My dog was shot, so he has a gun. The vehicle wasn’t here when we pulled up, and the scene is exactly the way we found it.”

He studies the area briefly then looks back at me. “Any chance your woman has her phone hooked up to that Find My Phone app?” He asks.

My eyes go wide, why the fuck didn’t I think of that. I pull my phone out of my pocket and search for Whitley’s phone. “It’s close.”

“I’m going to go after him. Chances are your dog put up a big fight, and he’ll need someone to fix him up. Stay with the police and follow that app. Call me when you find her. If not, I’ll call you.”

He turns and goes back to the man he got out of the car with. After a brief discussion, he hands over his keys to McManus but doesn’t look too happy about it. McManus peels out of the area and does a u-turn back to town.

“I got her phone pulled up on that Find My Phone app. Let’s go.” I tell everyone who’s standing there.

I lead the way, walking in the direction of the phone. We are all calling for Whitley as we walk into the wooded area along the road. Spreading out, we cover more area as we search for any signs of her.

“Over here!” One of the officers call.

Thank you, God! I jog to where he’s standing and see Whitley splayed out on the ground, eyes closed, bleeding from the head. There are scratches all over her arms and legs, and her knees are covered in dirt and blood. I’ve never been happier to see her in my life, and more worried about her. All the men have gathered around us and are staring down silently.

“God, please let my baby be okay. Please let her be okay.” John murmurs.

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