Thankfully, Owens had a close working relationship with the department heads, so Garrett and his team were met with very little—if any—resistance when they arrived on the scene.
“Alex!” He ran to Avery’s sister the second he saw her.
Unlike the feisty woman he’d met a little over a week ago, this Alex looked broken and lost as her face crumbled, and she threw herself into his arms.
“They have no idea where she could be.”
“Shh,” he did his best to console her. Meanwhile, he was struggling not to break down into a puddle of tears, himself. “We’re going to find her, Alex. I won’t stop until I find her.”
“I know.” She sniffed and pulled away. Wiping her face dry, she straightened her shoulders and said, “It has to be them, right? The ones who took you guys before?”
He hadn’t thought the person or people behind their abduction in the DR would’ve risked following them to the States, but…Alex was probably right. Two abductions this close together couldn’t be a coincidence.
“What did the police say?”
Alex relayed what she knew. She’d given her report. The cops had taken pictures of the scene, and were collecting evidence, including Avery’s purse and phone. And they were going to access the garage security footage to see if they could get a look at whoever had taken her.
Other than that, all they’d told her was to go home and wait for their call.
“I can’t just sit on my ass and wait for more evidence to fall into their laps, Garrett. We have to do something to find my sister.”
“And we will.” He promised her. To Digger, he said, “Get Shadow on the line. Have her access the cameras in here. See what she picks up.”
With a nod, Digger got to work contacting Shadow. The man may be the team leader, but this job was personal.
Avery washiswoman. His to cherish and protect. She was his future.
Damn right, he was going to find her. And then he was going to destroy the person who thought they could touch what was his.
Chapter 19
Avery sat in one of the jet’s smooth, leather seats, her right wrist handcuffed to the armrest. She glanced down at the place where her skin was worn raw from her futile efforts to get herself loose.
Not like she had anywhere to go even if she could get free. Which she couldn’t.
She’d come to a little over an hour ago with a splitting headache, a mouth that tasted like she’d been sucking on cotton, and a brain fog that was just now starting to lift.
Worst of all, there was a pain in her chest that wouldn’t go away. Not one caused by whatever drug they had given her, but rather a heart that was being chipped away with every minute she got farther and farther from home.
She’d been left all alone in the jet’s cabin area. Not once had anyone come back to check on her or make sure she hadn’t gotten loose and jumped to her death. Of course, they probably assumed they were safe on that count.
Jumping from a truck was one thing. A plane? Not a chance in hell.
Avery thought about her sister, and her heart began aching again. Alex had to be a blubbering mess by now. Too much time had passed for her not to have realized what had happened.
Knowing Alex, she would’ve pulled up her phone’s location on that app she’d talked her into getting. Then she’d probably call the police and…with any luck, Garrett.
Avery closed her eyes, hating how upset he must be. He was probably crawling the walls trying to find her. He and his team.
Please let them be out there, looking for me.
She had to believe they were. And after seeing them in action, if anyone could find her, it was them.
The jet jerked as its wheels skidded across the runway. Looking out the small, oval window, Avery realized she had absolutely no idea where she was.
Something that didn’t bode well for her dreams of being rescued.
The door to the front of the jet opened, and a man she didn’t recognize stepped out. He was big, really big. With dark hair, broad shoulders, olive skin, and a scowl that she somehow knew was permanent, he looked like Hollywood’s version of a mafia hitman.