Page 60 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Twenty-Seven ~
Elliot
Pulling up into the driveway to our new home in Belle Meade, I don’t see Angela’s black sedan parked near the entrance. “Maybe she is running late, sir” Price murmurs. I pull my cell out and dial her number, it goes directly to voicemail, I wait a few more minutes before calling again, her voicemail greets me once more.
I glance down at my watch and it’s creeping toward 5:00 pm. Instead I dial the office, just in case an appointment has kept her late. “Nashville Realty, Jenny speaking.” I’m relieved that I know who has answered,
“Jenny, hi, it’s Elliot Sands. Is Angie in?”
“Hi there, Elliot. No, she isn’t. She had an inspection at another property before she was meeting up with you, however she never checked in. I presumed she went straight to meet you”,
I shake my head, then realize she can’t see it. “Nope, she isn’t here, maybe she is running late. Her cell goes straight to voicemail though,” I suggest.
“Hmm, that’s odd. Don’t worry though, she is meeting one of your friends. Drake Edwards, I imagine you have his number.” A feeling of uncertainty blooms in my stomach. Drake would never look for a property here. Kat doesn’t like the country at all, preferring the hustle and bustle of the city.
“Did he leave you the number ending in 743?” Even though he only had the one cell number, I needed the confirmation.
“Let me check, ummm, no, it ends in 194.” My throat suddenly feels dry and I find it difficult to swallow.
“That’s not Drakes number. I need you to describe the guy who she is meeting.”
“Of course, tall, dark hair, emerald eyes”, my stomach drops to the floor. Dylan had gotten to her.
“Thanks, Jenny. I’ll be in touch soon.” I hang up before Jenny has the chance to respond.
Price is turned around in his seat. “Are you sure it’s, Dylan that has her, sir”? I nod.
“It has to be, Lenny. The description matches, and he is the only one who would lie about his identity to meet with her, as she wouldn’t go willingly.” I scroll my contacts until I find who I am looking for. He answers on the second ring,
“Hey, brother”,
“Drake, I need you to search for Angela’s phone, she has been kidnapped,’’ silence answers me.
“Huh? Kidnapped, by who?”
“Take me to the airport,” I spit at Price before returning to my call. “Her ex. He is a psychopath. Just find her.”
“All right, all right, I’ll look. It will take some time.”
“Call me back when you have a location” I end the call and throw the phone at the seat.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I punch the window beside me, and feel the pain radiating through my fist. I knew deep down it was Dylan that had her. My phone vibrates from beside me,
“What?” I answer.
“Can’t locate her phone man, it’s not switched on. The only thing I can tell you is the last time it was used though was on Ratchet Road in Nashville, about forty-five minutes ago”
I clench my free fist, “Can you search for someone else’s phone? If I don’t know the number?”
“Nah man, I need the phone number to look for it.’’ I take a breath.
“I’ll get it and call you back”
After ending the call, I scroll my contacts for Kat, “What do you need?” she answers.
“I need the number for Dylan Roberts”,
I hear clicking on Kat’s end, “you mean the guy we just fired last month, don’t you?”
