No one was here.
Boone hurried toward the loading docks, his gaze scanning the darkness.Suddenly his chest clenched.Right there on the fucking ground was Radley’s backpack and phone.
“Radley!”he called out, knowing there’d be no response.
He rushed closer, scanning the ground.Turning on the flashlight of his phone, he swept it over the surrounding area.He was relieved to see there was no blood splatter or other sign of a struggle.Except Radley wasn’t here.Her phone and leather backpack lay discarded on the ground.
She’d been taken.
***
BOONE SWIPED HER STUFFup and was running back to the room before he even realized what he was doing.He lifted his phone to his ear, Holt’s voice suddenly on the other end of the line.
“They took her,” Boone said, breathing heavily.“Someone fucking took her.Back alley, by the loading docks.It’s dark and secluded, and I found her damn stuff on the ground!”
“I’ll have IT get into the feeds.We’ll find her,” Holt stressed.
Waves of anguish washed over Boone as he punched the button for the elevator.He pressed it again and again, as if that would somehow make it go faster.He glanced toward the stairwell, half debating running all the flights up to his room.Finally, blessedly, the elevator doors opened.He dodged a couple coming out and pressed the number for his own floor.
Thoughts were flying through his mind as he exited and ran down the hall.He needed his weapons.Gear.A fucking plan.Boone tore through his oversized duffle bag as soon as he got in the room.If he didn’t hear back from Holt in a few minutes, he was going to go speak with hotel security himself.That would draw attention he didn’t need, but shit.Radley’s life was in danger.
His phone buzzed, and Boone instantly answered.“Boone here.Talk to me.”
“It’s Quinn.Holt’s on the line, too.”
“Copy that,” Boone said.“What’s the word?”
“I got in the camera feed.Given this just happened, I didn’t have to look through much footage.She was taken by Mike Cameron, the same man that’s been stalking her.And Boone?I got a plate.He double parked on the other side of the building, but it was clear as day.”
“Holy shit that was fast.What’s next?”Boone asked, barely able to think straight.
“The vehicle has GPS.He might not realize it, given it’s a rental, but it will lead us straight to him.Give me a sec,” Quinn said, typing rapidly.“I hacked into the rental company’s database, but the GPS is different.Hang on....Okay, I’m in.Let me just pull up his information.I’ve got the address!I’m sending it to you right now.”
“Thank God,” Boone breathed.“And thank you Quinn for saving the day.I’m on my way,” Boone said as he jumped up.“Shit—the terror plot,” Boone cursed.
“Find Radley,” Holt ordered, his voice hard.“She’s your priority.I’m sending Gage down to L.A.I’ll get him on a private jet tonight to ensure his quick arrival.He’ll handle the threats to L.A.and work with the local PD.Go!”
“Understood, boss,” Boone said, already moving.He holstered his weapon, tucking a knife into a strap around his ankle.He eyed his rifle, quickly grabbing that as well.No sense in taking any chances.He’d be fully prepared.Boone was taking out Cameron—tonight.
***
THIRTY MINUTES LATER, Boone was pulling up to a neighborhood in North Hollywood.That asshole had rented a house on a vacation rental site.He’d flown from Seattle to L.A., easily tracking Radley.
How the fuck did he know where she was?
Boone didn’t have time to ponder that at the moment.All that mattered was getting to his girl.
He jumped out of the cab, cursing at the fact that everyone likely had doorbell cameras.The last thing he needed were the police showing up and spooking Cameron.He’d had enough trouble trying to remain calm on the cab ride over.
Next time he traveled anywhere, he was renting a car.
Boone calmly scanned the street, trying to remain inconspicuous.Hopefully he looked like a tourist.Except it was the middle of the night, and he was carrying a backpack and duffle bag.Thankfully these homes backed up to the wild, overgrown canyon.Urban wilderness, as the locals called it.Once he got the address, he could sneak in the backyard, hopefully undetected.
Boone moved quickly and stealthily through the quiet streets.His pulse was pounding, adrenaline coursing through his veins.It had only been a couple of hours at this point since Radley had been kidnapped, but it felt like a lifetime.
Was Radley hurt?Was she alive?
He’d taken out a number of tangos in his lifetime, but he’d never been so angry.