Talk about Satan reincarnate.
A man with morals like that was capable of anything, including hurting his own brother. That was what really scared Jared. The unpredictability of the guy.
“What do we got so far?” Matteo asked, circling his desk and standing over Chase’s shoulder.
“Well, it looks like the guy came in over the southwest wall, ambushed Isaac, then used the same point of exit. This other security camera shows another man waiting in a getaway car. They throw Isaac’s unconscious body into their trunk, then speed off heading east,” Chase explained, flipping through images on his tablet.
Watching that man work was intense. Chase was focused, to the point, and backed everything up with facts.
“Did you get any images of their faces?” Jared asked, stepping up next to Matteo.
“No, they both wore masks,” Chase mumbled. “I’ve got Marc running searches on private plane manifests and trains scheduled out of Paris over the past few hours.”
“Why private plane?” Jared asked, unable to see the connection.
“Our assumption is that Declan is operating somewhere in the Netherlands, considering that is where our favorite lawyer is located. If so, they have two most viable modes of transportation; by car, it’s only a six-hour drive, or by plane. But by plane, considering Isaac is an unwilling traveler, it would probably be hard to get him to board a regular flight. A private plane is a bit easier, especially if they pay off security. Trains… it’s a method of transportation, but not very convenient when travelling with a hostage.”
Jared saw his point.
“What can I do?” Jared asked, growing impatient and wanting to get this chase moving.
“At this point, we need to figure out where they are going. Then we can devise a plan of attack,” Chase noted as he flipped through video footage surrounding the estate. He was trying to track Isaac’s movements, hoping to get something… anything, that might help them locate their boy.
“I got my security team reaching out to my contacts with the city to try and get us access to their traffic cam feeds. Hopefully, we can track them that way as well,” Matteo added, pulling out his cell phone and dialing a number. When the person answered, Matteo stepped out into the hallway.
“There’s got to be something else we can do?” Levi asked, still pacing and growing more distraught by the minute. “What about roadblocks? Can we get the police to set up checkpoints at every intersection or even at the airports?”
God bless his heart for trying.
Chase glanced up at the love of his life with annoyance in his eyes. “Don’t think the police give a shit about one man who was kidnapped by his brother.”
“Yeah, well… what aboutTrack My Phone? Can’t we track Isaac by his cell phone?” Levi asked, searching for anything that would help get his best friend back.
“Tried that. His cell phone is off,” Chase huffed, eyes still locked on his tablet as he scrolled through footage.
Fuck,Jared hated feeling so helpless. There had to be something that they could do. Something that they could try.
Wait!
“Tracking,” Jared whispered, excitement flooding his body.
“Hmm?” Chase asked, glancing up from his screen.
“Tracking!” Jared shouted, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
“What? I don’t get it?” Chase mumbled, lost.
Jared flipped through his apps until he found it.
“Here!” Jared shouted, shoving his phone in Chase’s face. “Trackers! I slipped one into Isaac’s jeans when we were in Ireland so that I could keep tabs on him. Look! He’s in Belgium right now, still on the move!”
They all stared at Jared’s phone, watching the little indicator continue its journey across Europe.
“They must not know that he has a tag on him,” Chase said with a smile that reached his ears.
“Thank fuck. He must be wearing the same jeans he wore when we were in Ireland,” Jared added.
“When Sonic gets back, I’m having a little chat about personal hygiene. We don’t wear jeans multiple days in a row.” Then he paused to think about his words. “Or any article of clothing, for that matter.” He raised an eyebrow at Chase, which made Jared wonder what offense Chase had committed.