Page 61 of Safer Together
“That’s him.” More clicking.
“Are you going to tell me why you need it?”
“No” I state
“Okay, here it is” she rattles off the number.
“Send it to me.” Another few clicks.
“Done.”
“Thanks.” I look at my phone waiting for it to come through.
As soon as it appears on screen, I dial it. “This is Dylan Roberts. I’ll get back to you when I can.” I hang up before leaving a message, forwarding the number to Drake instead.
The car comes to a stop beside a small private plane. Price exits the car first and speaks to someone, after a few minutes he signals all is ready. I make my way to the plane without giving anyone a second glance, we take off quickly and I’m knocking on Drake’s door in less than four hours.
As soon as I walk in the door I head straight for the fridge and pull out a beer, “what have you found?” I ask. The look I get in response can only mean one thing, we have nothing,
“Not much. It was active for about twenty minutes, six hours ago in Nashville, but nothing since. I’ve kept the trace active, so if it gets turned back on I’ll know when and where.” I pace the floor back and forth, raking at my hair. I pull off my tie and unbutton my shirt at some stage. I vaguely remember Drake heading to bed at some point. At almost eight in the morning, I try Angela’s phone again. Her beautiful voice greets me in the form of her voicemail.
I leave Drake’s apartment and ride the elevator up to my penthouse, heading straight to the master suite, I fall onto the bed and fall asleep.
I wake to the sound of my cell phone. I scramble around half asleep for it, and hear it hit the floor, I locate it just as it goes quiet. The screen lights up and shows it’s after 7.00 pm. It also shows several missed calls from Drake.
“Where is she?” I demand as I rub my fist in my eyes,
“Good morning to you, too.”
“Where, Drake?”
“I don’t know where she is Elliot, her phone hasn’t switched back on at all, but the second number you gave came active at 5.00 pm.’’ He pauses. “It was in the Great Smoky Mountains region, which is around a four-hour drive from Nashville.”
I leap off the bed and into the bathroom, “I’ll be down in ten minutes.” I slam the phone down onto the marble counter and strip before walking into the shower, turning it as hot as I can bear it.
When my skin is all red, I step back out and quickly pat myself dry while walking into the walk-in closet. I grabbed the first pair of jeans and sweater I lay my hands on. I grab my wallet, stuffing it into the back pocket and collect my keys and cell before pulling the door closed and going down to my best friends.
The door is unlocked when I reach it, so I walk straight in where Drake is waiting for me. He is at the kitchen counter, his laptop open, a duffel bag sitting on the floor at his feet. He walks around his island and rinses his coffee cup before coming back, bending down and taking his duffel in hand. “I’ve uploaded the directions to my phone. Let’s go.”
I walk behind him, and we take the elevator down to the basement. Price is waiting for us, the car already running. The trunk opens and he throws his bag in beside two others “Price already packed you both a bag” as an explanation. We slide into the back of the SUV and we make our way back to the airport, and onto another private jet.
I knew where she was, and I was going to get her. And nothing and no one would stand in my way.
