Page 104 of Breaking Point

I force myself to swallow another breath, to consider the angle. There’s no note. If whoever took her wanted to kill her, they would’ve. Which means that they’ll make contact sooner or later.

If they haven’t already.

My mind turns to Harvey.

Taylor grabs hold of my shirt, keeping me in place. “Where are you going?”

“She called Aleks,” I say, still trying to play every course of action. “They probably took him too. If anyone knows anything, it will be Harvey.”

Taylor seems to piece the clues together himself. “Harvey is the first person they’ll contact.” He looks over the crowd again before jutting his chin toward the exit. “Go. I’ll get the footage.”

Anger is a vicious thing inside me, fueling me. Nothing else matters. Nothing- and no one- can stop me from getting her back. But right now, my mind is focused on only one thing:

Harvey.

Getting to Aspen House in record time, I slam on the breaks so hard the car slides through the gravel. I make it to the front door and knock twice before Harvey answers, but I’m already through the door and grabbing the collar of his shirt. I slam him against the wall.

“Who the FUCK do you owe?”

“What are you-“ he struggles in my grip, confusion clear on his face.

“Who. Else. Do. You. Owe?”

His face is red with effort, grappling with my grip. “Let me go or this will be the last job-“

“There won’t be a job if she’s dead!” I yell, and realization falls over him.

His eyes are red, and I know without having to ask that he’s high. When he thrashes again, I release him. He falls flat to the ground. I blow out a full red-hot breath, forcing myself to calm down.

“She’s gone?” he asks, but it seems like he already knows the answer because his mouth opens and closes a few times. “What did they do? Where the hell is she-“

“She was kidnapped. They waited until she was alone. We think she was drugged.”

His eyes dart from left to right, and he shakes his head as his hands pull at his hair. “H-how?”

“You’ve lied to me before,” I start, and when another wave of anger takes over, I jab a finger into his chest, shovinghim back. “If you lie to me now, this will be the least of your worries.”

“Look,” Harvey starts, shaking his head. “I- I owe a couple people… They…” his voice breaks on a sob. “They must’ve taken her.”

“Who?” I growl, and he shakes his head.

He doesn’t even fucking know.

“I- They approached me a few months ago…” he mopes, pitifully. “But… they didn’t want money.”

The words punch a hole through my chest. “What did they want?”

“They wanted me to make a deal with Skar. With Omenin.”

Shit.

My head is reeling. I try to reign in the anger, but ultimately, something inside me already knows.

This is bigger than Harvey.

I make for the door, forcing myself to think things through. “Get in the car,” I order, and when he turns, I grip his arm and shove him out the door ahead of me.

“Where are we going?” he yells as we get in the car.

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