Page 65 of The Sinners Touch

No, she tried to shout, but her voice wouldn’t work. Her body was heavy. His arms wrapped around her, dragging her down the hallway toward a different door. Cold winds bit at her, the first snowflakes starting to fall. She tried to yell, to fight, but her body refused to obey. He shoved her into the car and slammed the door. The dark gray interior of the vehicle was the last thing she saw before the drugs took over and she blacked out.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Kade glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes. They’d been gone fifteen minutes. Surely, that was more than enough time to take a piss. Watkins was getting antsy as well. He tapped the earpiece he wore and said a few words. When he frowned, Kade’s hinky feeling began to grow.

Fifteen minutes.

It was too long. He strode through the restaurant to where the bathrooms were. The hallway was empty. It was highly unlikely they’d both been struck by stomach cramps. When Watkins came barreling toward him, he knew something was wrong.

“We have a problem.”

“What?”

“I can’t get Sawyer or Logan to respond.”

Kade turned and pounded on the men’s room door. “Dimitri!”

Watkins tried the women’s restroom door, and when he got no response, he put his shoulder into the door and hit it until the lock broke and the door burst inward. The women’s room was empty.

Angel should be in there. Where was she?

Watkins pushed him aside and broke down the men’s door. Dimitri lay sprawled on the floor. A small dart protruded from the base of his neck.

Where the fuck was Angel?

It barely registered when Watkins exited the door at the back of the hallway. He was frozen, staring at his brother, the only thought in his head of Angel.

“Fuck.” Watkins was back, Angel’s purse in hand. “They’re all down.”

“Down?”

Where was Angel?

Watkins leaned down and pulled the dart out of Dimitri’s neck. It had been lodged where the spine connected to the skull. “He used these to knock them out.”

“What is going on?” a waiter asked then stared at Dimitri’s prone body in shock.

“Call 9-1-1. We need emergency services.”

Fifteen minutes. She’d only been gone fifteen minutes.

“Agent Kincaid!”

He blinked, responding to the authority in Watkins’ voice. “Huh?”

“Snap out of it. We have a situation. Miss Lemoraux is missing, your brother is lying unconscious, and both my men are knocked out.”

“Mrs. Kincaid.”

“What?” Watkins snapped.

“Mrs. Kincaid. She’s my wife.” And she was missing.

Watkins shrugged. “Call whoever is working this case and get them here now. I’m going to check to see if we have video surveillance.”

Kade pulled out his phone, his movements slow and unsure. He couldn’t focus. He found Bailey’s number and called it.

“Kincaid, I was just about to call you. We’ve swept about sixty percent of the abandoned garages in the city, and so far, nothing.”

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