Page 36 of Kent's Honor
Kent nodded to his daughter.
“I’m good,” she said with a shaky voice and a sniffle.
“I don’t have much time and wondered if you had any news to report on our friend.”
“As a matter of fact, I just heard he got off 95 about twenty minutes from you. He’s loading stuff in a four-door sedan. Timothy has eyes on him,” Darius said.
“Did he have help?”
“Not that Timothy saw. What’s going on?” Darius asked.
“Nothing. Just a few more friends looking for him. Can you send me what you have and our friend’s location so I can give it to them?” Kent honestly didn’t care he was tossing Daniel under the bus. Only Daniel had better hope that the cops would get him before these thugs did, or he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.
“I’ll do it right now.”
“Great. I’ve got to go.” Kent tapped the phone at the same time it buzzed. He tossed the cell on the table. “There’s all the information for you to find him. Now let my girls go and leave my house.”
Nicky’s fingers clasped behind Kent’s neck, and his body shivered. He had no idea what he understood, but he got the sense more than he should.
“Nope.” The man with the scar snagged his phone. “What’s the passcode?”
“9845,” Kent said.
The two men inched toward the back door, pulling his precious Elle and sweet Dixie with them. “Once we have our man and our product, we’ll let them go, unharmed.” He raised his brow. “But if we don’t, well, you know how that goes.”
“We’ll be in touch,” the other man said.
Kent lunged forward but halted the second a gun pointed in his direction.
“I’m not afraid to shoot you and if I do, the bullet goes through the boy. I don’t think you want that.”
Kent watched in horror as the two men walked through the side gate and got into a van that had been parked on the side street, stuffing Dixie and Elle into the back seat.
“Echo, Charlie, Delta, seven, seven, Oscar,” he mumbled the license plate number. Clinging to a sobbing Nicky, he ran back into the kitchen, looking for either Elle’s phone or Dixie’s. He found Dixie’s on the kitchen counter, locked.
“Damn,” he muttered. He rubbed Nicky’s back. “Do you know how to get into Mommy’s phone?”
“I do.” Nicky took her phone in his little hands, and he swiped his fingers across the number pad.
“Thank you.”
“That didn’t look like a girl’s day.”
“It’s going to be okay, little man.”
Time to call in the cavalry.
10
Dixie wrapped her arms around Elle’s trembling body in the back of a white van. Guilt plagued her mind. None of this had been Kent’s fault, and she’d all but blamed him and now she and his daughter were being held at gunpoint.
“I’m scared,” Elle whimpered.
“I know, sweetie.” Dixie smoothed down Elle’s hair, tucking her head into Dixie’s chest as the child sobbed uncontrollably. “Your dad is going to find us.”
“What do those men want?”
“I’m not exactly sure, but someone I used to know showed up today, and I think he has something they want.”
