Page 222 of Double Daddies
“Just head toward the industrial area,” I reply, pulling out my phone to check the tracker again. “She was last seen near the old warehouses. I’ll guide you.”
Elijah nods, his eyes focused on the road as he pulls out of the lot. “Got it. Let me know when to turn.”
I keep my gaze glued to the screen, watching the dot move steadily across the map. “Okay, take a left at the next intersection. We need to cut through the side streets to avoid traffic.”
He obeys without hesitation, navigating the car with precision. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me, my heart racing as I track Wren’s movements.
“Now, right here!” I shout, pointing as we approach the turn. “We can’t let her get too far ahead.”
Elijah swerves into the turn, tires screeching slightly against the asphalt. “Hold on,” he says, his voice steady despite the urgency. “I’ll get us there.”
We speed down the road, the city lights flashing by in a blur. I can feel the tension building between us, a shared senseof urgency driving us forward. “Keep going straight for a few blocks, then we’ll need to take a left at the next light.”
“On it,” Elijah responds, his focus unwavering.
I glance at him, noting the determination etched on his face. He’s always been the level-headed one, but tonight, I can see the worry in his eyes. “We’ll find her,” I say, trying to reassure both him and myself. “We have to.”
“Yeah,” he replies, his voice firm. “We will.”
As we approach the intersection, I can see the glow of the warehouse lights in the distance. “That’s it! Turn left here!” I direct him, my heart pounding as we make the turn.
Elijah accelerates, the engine roaring as we close the distance. “I can’t believe she’s out here alone,” he mutters, his gaze fixed ahead.
“Neither can I,” I reply, my stomach churning with worry. “But we’re not letting her face this alone. Not again.”
We round the corner, and I can see the warehouse looming ahead, dark and foreboding. “Pull up close to the entrance,” I instruct, my voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. “We need to get out fast.”
Elijah obeys, parking the car with a screech of tires. “Let’s do this,” he says, determination etched on his face.I grab the Glock 19s from the glove box and dash out of the car.Hold on merlotta, we’re coming for you.
“Call Evan at CPD and get us some assistance,” Elijah grits out, his voice low but intense as we approach the entrance of the warehouse.
“I’m not waiting for them to get in there. Wren needs us,” I reply, urgency lacing my words as I glance at the darkened doorway ahead.
“I know, brother,” Elijah responds, his eyes narrowing with determination. “I’m saying for after we beat the shit out ofwhoever is in there.” I can’t help but crack a small, grim smile at his words.
Elijah pulls out his phone as we reach the entrance. “I’ll call him now. Just keep an eye out.”
I stand close to the door, peering into the dimly lit interior. The shadows seem to dance, and every creak of the warehouse sends a shiver down my spine. “Hurry,” I urge, my heart racing as I scan the area for any sign of Wren.
After Elijah dials, I can hear him speaking to Evan, his voice steady but urgent. “Hey, it’s Elijah. We’re at the old warehouse on Fifth Street. We think our girl is being held here, and we might have company. We need backup, fast.” I hand Elijah one of the pistols as I aim the other toward the warehouse.
As Elijah finishes his call, I can see the tension in his shoulders. He slips the phone back into his pocket, his expression resolute. “Alright, we go in now. No more waiting.”
I nod, gripping the pistol tightly in my hand. “On three,” I say, feeling the weight of the moment. “One… two… three!”
We push the door open, and it creaks ominously as we step inside. The air is thick, filled with dust and the faint smell of oil. Shadows loom around us, and I can hear the faint sound of dripping water echoing in the distance.
“Stay low,” Elijah whispers, his voice barely above a murmur. We move cautiously, our footsteps muffled by the grime-covered floor. I scan the area, my heart pounding as I search for any sign of Wren.
“Wren!” I call out, my voice cutting through the silence. “Where are you?”
No response. Just the eerie stillness of the warehouse.
“Let’s check the back rooms,” Elijah suggests, his eyes darting around. “If she’s here, she might be hiding.”
We make our way deeper into the warehouse, moving past stacks of crates and old machinery that loom like specters in theshadows. Every creak of the building sends a jolt of adrenaline through me. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re not alone.
As we approach a doorway leading to a dimly lit corridor, I hear a faint noise—a soft whimper, barely audible. My heart races. “Did you hear that?” I whisper urgently.
