“Hearing what?” he demanded. “What did my sister hear, Grady?”
There was a long, torturous pause and then, “She said she woke to Scarlett’s screams.”
Olly ran to the door and grabbed his keys from the small hook mounted on the wall. With the food and dishes forgotten, he ran out of his apartment and sprinted to his car.
He made it to the hospital in record time. And when he got there, he was greeted by a very pissed-off looking Grady.
“Hey.”
“What do we know?”
“Come on. The doctor is finished with Izzy. We’re just waiting for her release papers. I’ll let her tell you everything she knows. But go easy on her, okay? Your sister’s hurt, and I don’t want?—”
“I know how to handle my own sister,” Olly growled. But then, “Sorry. I’m just…”
“I get it.” The other man sent him a knowing stare. “Trust me.”
Yeah. The guy did get it, he supposed. After all, it wasn’t that long ago that Grady was the one racing to get to Izzy before it was too late.
Only difference was, in that situation, they knew exactly where Izzy was that day. Right now, from what he’d been told, no one had a clue where his Scarlett could be.
Two hours later,they still didn’t know. And Olly, well…Olly felt like he was losing his fucking mind.
“We’ll find her,” Grady promised.
They’d all gathered back at Grady and Izzy’s new house to discuss their plan moving forward. Only there was no plan, because they had no fucking clue where to start.
He looked over at his future brother-in-law, who clearly wanted to hunt down the bastard responsible as much as Olly did. He couldn’t blame the guy. He knew how Grady felt about Izzy.
He knew, because it was the same way Olly felt about Scarlett.
“That was Hunt,” Noah Killion joined them from the other side of the room. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he looked at Olly to quickly explain, “Hunt’s the agent in charge of mine and Wade’s unit.”
“What did he say?” he demanded. “Does he have a lead on who could’ve taken Scarlett, or where she could be?”
None of this made sense. None of it. Not unless what happened to her and Izzy had something to do with?—
“It’s Manning,” Noah stated as a matter of fact. “It has to be.”
“How the hell did Victor Manning find her?” Olly shook his head. “He didn’t even know her real name.”
“It’s like Rose said,” Wade Crenshaw joined the conversation. “Valdez had a lot of people on his payroll. We took down most of them, but there’s always a chance one…or more…managed to slip past.”
“I thought Victor Manning was in Washington,” Declan King, Grady’s partner, commented.
“We all thought that. Turns out, those were false leads put in place to throw the agency off his track.”
“So he’s been in Colorado this whole time?” Olly felt consumed by the murderous rage building inside him. “What the actual fuck?”
“Calm down, Olly,” Grady started.
But he wasn’t in the mood for orders. “Don’t tell me to calm down, Grady,” he spoke through a set of clenched teeth. “The woman I love was ripped from that mangled car and taken to God knows where. That bastard has her, Grady. Scarlett…”Jesus, he couldn’t breathe. “For all Victor Manning knows, Scarlett is the reason he lost out on millions of dollars in business. She had a run-in with his man, Pauly. That son of a bitch probably told Manning, and then when Scarlett up and vanished right after…” Because Olly had all but forced her to abandon the undercover plan and come back to Denver. “It’s no wonder he went after her. Ah, Jesus.” He bent at the waist and rested his hands on his knees. “Do you know what men like him do to people they think have betrayed them? What he’ll do to the woman he blames for costing him millions?”
I’m going to be sick.
Olly raced over to Grady and Izzy’s kitchen sink just in time to empty the contents of his stomach. Heave after painful heave, his body expelled every last ounce of fluid in there until he was left fighting a round of hard, gut-wrenching dry heaves.
And when he was finished, he opened his eyes to find Grady standing next to him. A freshly dampened washcloth held out in his hand.