Page 131 of Retribution
“I need you to call the police, and not allow anyone to use the exit behind me until they arrive,” I murmur softly. “We have a body.”
“On it, sir,” he says, already walking to stand by the exit so no one will approach it.
Seeing Grant’s face, I sigh as I head over to see what the verdict is.
“As you saw, there isn’t a single camera at the exit you searched. I’ll be changing that in the near future,” he grunts.
Grant is keeping his emotions out of his tone in an attempt to help Leila. She’s still gasping slightly from how hard she was crying earlier, but she’s calming down.
“There is one on the third floor landing, and it caught two males carrying Isolde. She was floppy and unable to hold her head up, making me believe that she was unconscious,” he adds. There’s absolutely no inflection, yet I know he has to be freaking out on the inside. “I called the security downstairs to catch them. They’re waiting at the bottom.”
“If they hurt her,” I breathe, struggling to follow his emotional verbal indifference. Fuck, I can’t breathe.
Pushing at the bond, I find that there’s nothing. Silence, darkness, and no more pain. She’s not dead, I’d know it if she were, but I fucking hate that I can’t feel her.
Paula runs over in her heels, radio in hand. Everyone else mills around, terrified of being fired for breathing funny. I don’t blame them, but I’m not an unfair boss.
My ability to handle bullshit is simply very low at the moment. My omega is my entire life, fuck around and you’ll find out really quickly how fast I’ll show you the door.
Grant takes the gun in my hand that I’ve nearly forgotten about and tucks it away.
“I’m on the guards’ frequency,” she says breathlessly, shaking the radio. “I forgot to change it. It’s a mess downstairs. The men burst out the stairwell and opened fire. One of them had Isolde thrown over his shoulder…”
“I see it,” Grant growls, opening those cameras.
There is a special website to gain access to the building’s cameras, and he has all the necessary passwords. No one on my team blinked an eye when he insisted as my personal guard.
Gazing at the screen, I watch as the men run out a back door while the guards give chase. While the guards are ex-military, opening fire in the middle of a lobby is insane. One of the beta males that is kidnapping my girl is limping, and I hope he loses the limb and that it gangrenes.
My petty heart has no limits when it comes to Isolde. The only reason I’m watching on the screen and not racing downstairs is because I’m too many flights up. I’ll never make it in time, and I want to see if there are any clues we can find before we leave the building entirely.
My phone buzzes, and I know instinctively that it’s my pack. Pulling out my phone, I answer it and hit video call as I turn the screen around so they can watch.
Alesso and Oliver’s jaws drop as they silently stand witness with Grant and I. A touch of a button changes our view to where a white panel van waits and the men jump into the back, pulling the doors closed as the driver pulls away.
“License plate,” I mutter, and watch as Grant attempts to find a good angle.
“Fuck, I’m on it,” Oliver rasps, lurching for his computer.
“I’m calling in a favor,” Grant whispers, picking up his phone and standing. I have a feeling he’s calling the police station to chase down the van.
Nothing like a high speed kidnapping case to bring out the adrenaline in our neighborhood policemen. Sighing, I sit down in Grant’s seat and rewind the tape to rewatch it.
“You’re going to make yourself crazy,” Alesso rasps. “I’m going to pack bags and drive down to Indianapolis.”
“Wait,” I say, forcing myself to breathe as I turn the video camera. “If they disappear, being in Indianapolis won’t help us. Let me gather more information and I’ll call you back. Oliver?”
“I got the plate number,” he says softly. “I’ll work on this. I promise. You have Leila, I’ll find our girl or a contact to help us.”
“Thanks,” I say, swallowing hard. Every fear Isolde may have voiced at any point in our time together about the auctions makes me want to throw up. She said more than she thought she was while she was torturing to find out what kind of alpha I was. “Wait.”
“Yeah?” Oliver asks, his eyes on the computer screen.
“Does anyone have the Kelly brothers’ number? It’s just a hunch. We may need them. They may have some experience with what we’re looking at,” I say.
I’m aware that anyone can hear me since I’m in the middle of the office floor. I need someone with direct experience with auctions and that world.
Alesso blinks at me and nods. “I do,” he says. “I hope they’ll answer if I call. Some shit went down when I helped someone find them a few months ago.”
