“Your girl did good,” Kane said soothingly. “We know she’s in a white panel van.”
“I couldn’t care less. The tracking system app on my phone isn’t working.” He was gripping his smartphone so hard it was a wonder it hadn’t cracked. “I need to get into my house so I can use the main tracking system.”
“You can’t,” Asher said over his truck’s Bluetooth device. “Kane already tracked the GPS on Jill’s phone and it’s at your house, Law.” The pain in Asher’s voice was real.
Law thought his head would explode. He couldn’t lose her.
“I’ve told the police about the van,” Kane said. “They’ve got an APB out, and they are also getting a bird in the air.”
His hand hurt. He looked down at his phone’s screen and watched again as the app wouldn’t load...
“Play me the audio from the alarm system again,” Law demanded as he watched one of the police cars start to drive away. He willed the other one to follow, but it didn’t.
The sound of Jill’s voice filled his truck. Not even her attempts to swear at Tim could make him smile, there was too much fear gripping his heart. He continued to listen for any clues that Tim might have inadvertently given.
It wasn’t until Law made his buddy play the audio for the second time that he caught it. Jill had said, “Got you.” It was right before she went to the garage.
“Asher, she took the other tracker from her computer bag! I have to get into my house and get into my main system,” Law said desperately.
“Law, are you sure?” Kane asked.
“Fuck that noise, he’s sure,” Ash roared. “Fucking work your magic, McNamara!”
Law waited tensely for two minutes. He smiled when he saw the two cops run from his house and slam into their car, then race down his drive with their lights and sirens on. Kane had done something, all right. Law waited until they were out of sight, then he slammed his truck into drive and was at his house faster than a NASCAR driver.
When he got to his home office and turned on the tracking device, he had her. She was in the ass-end of nowhere, near the end of the toll road construction. He rushed to his truck.
“I’m sending you coordinates,” he said as he was getting into the driver’s seat.
“Wait!” Kane’s voice stopped him. “Find Jill’s phone. I want that motherfucker’s phone number, I have an idea.”
“We don’t have time,” Law raged.
“Listen to him, Law. He understands how important this is. He would never ask for something that wouldn’t help save Jill,” Asher insisted.
Law stepped down from his truck and looked around the front of his driveway. He didn’t move. Walking around and searching was not how he was trained. He slowly looked over the area. Finally, he saw the discordant patch of metallic rose peeking out from behind his bottom step.
He snagged her phone and put in her so-no-secret code. He rattled off the last incoming number to Kane.
“Got it,” Kane said. “Get moving.” Law grimaced at Kane’s instructions, considering that he was already back in his truck and partway down the driveway. How slow did he think a Marine was, for God’s sake?
He was at the first big intersection before the freeway when Kane called out.
“I did you a solid.” There was a smile in Kane McNamara’s voice over the truck’s speaker.
Law was considering running the red light. He scanned the area. The bicycle lane was free. “What did you do?”
“While you were on your home system, I was able to create an encrypted version of your tracking app. At the next stoplight, I’ll tell you how to download it to your phone.”
He downloaded the app right before the light turned green. Law would’ve said thank you, but it’d take too much time. He had to get to Jill.
Lesley’s eyes were glazed. Tim had cut her on both arms and there was blood dripping off her back through her blouse. It looked like he’d really tried to cut off her pinky.
“You’ve got to pretend you’re unconscious,” she whispered to her friend.
Lesley’s breathing was shallow. She’d already thrown up twice, which had made Tim royally mad. He’d stopped the van and stepped outside, saying he had to take a piss. This was Jill’s chance to talk to Lesley, but Jill wasn’t sure Lesley could understand her.
“Pretend you’re unconscious, otherwise he’ll keep torturing you to get me to talk. And no matter what happens to me, don’t make a sound.”
“But—”
“If you do anything else, we’ll both end up dead,” Jill hissed.
She heard dildobum’s phone ring. She hoped he dropped it in his pee. Then maybe she would have time to address some of Lesley’s wounds. The woman was now lying on her stomach on top of a couple of stained moving blankets.
Jill found an unopened package of cleaning rags. She tore it open and pulled one out as she lifted the back of Lesley’s blouse. She needed to see how bad her wound was. Lesley whimpered as she wiped away the blood.
The wound started out shallow, but got deep as it got closer to her ribs. He hadn’t hit any organs, but muscle was definitely involved. She needed to get the bleeding stopped. She could use the rags as gauze pads, but she needed something to keep them in place.
Her eyes scanned the van for anything
