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Then he hit a button and a video started to play.
It was bad enough hearing about what happened to Laurel. Bad enough to know that she’d been naked and locked in a cage for weeks. Bad enough to picture it in my mind.
But it was worse to watch it play out in front of me.
To actually see her naked. See her cramped up in that cage. See her crying with that look on her face that said she’d lost all hope.
It went on for five minutes. It had been cut together like a movie, each section a minute long. At the end, it faded out to black and his voice rang out.
“If you really care about her, you’ll come find her. Four. Two. Three.”
What the hell did that mean?
“Time on that?” Mason asked.
“Uh, six days ago,” Cable answered after he turned the computer back around so he could look at it. His fingers kept working while he talked. “Those numbers are the house number. There’s another one. Sent two days ago.”
I didn’t want to watch. I couldn’t take much more.
I was ready to get this son of a bitch and tear him apart limb by fucking limb.
The second one wasn’t as long. Two minutes of her this time. Crying.
I wondered how many times she’d cried in there. How many times had she felt lost and alone. How much she must have hated that she did.
How much she would hate it now, knowing that we’d all seen it.
Damn.
This shit just kept getting worse. I probably shouldn’t have even thought that because it wasn’t even over. There was shit that could still happen.
At the end of the second video, there was a message. This one typed out and now paused up on the screen.
Since you are fucking idiots, I’ll make it easy for you. You have one day. One day and your little whore will be gone forever.
Then there were GPS coordinates.
Yeah, I bet we did look like fucking idiots. Only, we never got those stupid clues.
I wanted to demand that those videos be erased. Laurel would die inside if she knew we’d seen them. But I was also smart enough to know that Cable would need to go over them again to search for anything that could give us a clue to where he was.
“Forget you fucking saw this,” I said in almost a growl. “Laurel will never fucking know.”
And right there I knew I had to protect her at all costs.
“So he wanted us there,” Mouse said.
“Yeah, it seems like his plan was to use Laurel to lure us in and then blow up as many of us as possible,” Iron answered.
He wanted us to find her. Only she got away and her life was saved. But we still ended up losing people.
How was it I could be so happy and so pissed off at the same time?
This was all so fucked up.
