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As soon as Sheriff Biggs saw Ingrid’s countenance, he turned to G8, clearly expecting an explanation.
“We stopped for gas on the way here, and two men tried to abduct Ingrid. We barely managed to get away from them,” G8 repeated.
“Where was this?”
“At the Lost Pines,” Ingrid informed him.
“Where are those men now?” the man gruffly demanded.
“We have no idea,” G8 admitted.
F8 broke in. “I watched to see if they followed us, but I never saw them again.”
“Hold on.” Biggs waved to the deputy who’d brought them over. “Notify the highway patrol. Tell them to put out a BOLO for…” He addressed G8. “Can you describe them?”
“Two white males. I’d say they were in their late twenties or early thirties. One wore black jeans and a dark green shirt. The other was in a navy-blue jumpsuit.”
Biggs nodded. “Go on. Hair color? Any identifying marks?”
“The one in the black jeans has dark brown hair, cut very short. Military style,” P8 said, then pointed to the area of his neck underneath his left ear. “He had a tattoo of something in script on his neck. I wasn’t able to make it out.”
The sheriff turned to G8. “And the other guy?”
“Same style haircut, only his hair was black. I didn’t see any tats. Oh, and both men were over six feet tall. Slender build, and muscular.”
“What were they driving?”
“The car that pulled behind us was an old Chevy,” Ingrid included. “A nineteen seventy-two Chevelle. Black.”
Biggs gave her a surprised look. “You must be familiar with that model.”
She managed a watery smile. “My dad used to own one. I learned to drive on it.”
“That’s why you were staring at it,” G8 remarked, and she nodded in reply.
“You didn’t happen to get the license plate, did you?” Biggs inquired. By now they were joined by several other men, one being Sheriff Korris and another being the fire chief named Adams.
“I didn’t. Sorry. I wasn’t expecting to be ambushed,” Ingrid apologized.
“I did,” F8 told them. “But only for the black car. It had an orange Decco Classic Rentals on the front plate. I didn’t get to see the back plate.”
The two sheriffs glanced at each other. “Decco Classic Rentals is out of Yaegerton,” Sheriff Korris remarked.
“Yeah, which means they could have used an alias and fake driver’s license to rent it,” Biggs deduced. He turned back to F8. “You said only for the black car. There was another one?”
G8 answered. “Yeah. A white SUV. It pulled up on the other side of the gas pumps. The guy in the jumpsuit was driving it.”
“Alone? Or was he with somebody?”
“He was alone. And, no, I didn’t get the plates.” G8 grimaced. “I’ll do better next time.”
“Let’s hope there isn’t a next time,” P8 remarked
“It wouldn’t hurt to place a call over to the rental agency and check it out. See if maybe both vehicles were rented,” Korris surmised.
Biggs reached over to Ingrid and lightly touched her arm. “Are you going to be okay, Miss Shyne? Would you like EMS to check you out?”
Shaking her head, Ingrid took a deep breath and gathered herself together. “I’ll be fine.” Adding a grin, she motioned toward G8 with her head. “I have my bodyguards to protect me.”
