Page 125 of Mr. Almost

“I’m going to get our girl. I love you.”

She doesn’t respond, not that I expected her to. I leave her behind as I head out to the waiting car.

I look at my phone, checking to see where each of the guys are going. Then I call my private investigator.

“How can I help you today, Mr. Williamson?” he answers.

“Drop whatever you’re doing. I’ll quadruple it. My mother kidnapped my daughter. Use your underground contacts and find her. I’m sending over all the information I have.”

“Heard,” he says before hanging up.

I send him her phone number, address, car information, and anything else I think can be helpful. When I get to the foundation here, I don’t bother waiting for my driver to stop. I hop out and rush inside.

I ignore all the stares as I march all the way up to the operations officer’s office.

“Mr. Williamson.How can I help you?”

“Where is my mother?”

“I have no idea. She stopped in here about a week ago, but we haven’t seen her since. That’s not unusual for her,” she says with wide eyes, looking shocked.

I nod. “If she comes here, call me immediately. She kidnapped my daughter.”

I hear the woman gasp as I head back to the car. Once inside, I check on the guys.

Max

She’s not at home. Checking our hotel next.

Brantley

Not at the club. Will head over to her favorite shopping places.

Eli

Checked your place and the vacant rental you have downtown. Nothing.

My foot taps as I consider where she would go. My mother was never a sentimental one. She doesn’t have places that would hold any meaning for her. Hell, Brantley is checking her favorite stores. He’s grasping at straws there. She would be a fool to take a kidnapped child shopping.

She might try to get her on a plane, though.

Me

Eli, head to the airport and make sure our plane is grounded. Let security know what’s going on so she can’t get on a commercial flight either.

I know the cops likely flagged her already, but I’d rather be safe.

“Where too, boss? Want me to drive around and see if we can spot her car?” Thomas asks.

I am about to say yes when my phone pings.

PI

Her phone is pinging at this address. I’ll keep looking.

Looking at the address, I can’t believe it. She’s at my ex-girlfriend’s house. The same woman I warned not to cross me.

Sending the SOS out to the guys, I tell Thomas, “Step on it.”

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