“She’s not here. Goddammit, she’s not here.”
Dallas Sykes’s blood burned with dread and fear curled in his gut like acid as he stalked down the dark residential block of Eighty-Second Street his eyes scanning every nook and cranny searching for a woman he knew wasn’t there
This late the street was deserted the residents tucked safe in their beds behind the darkened windows of the Upper West Side townhouses that rose like the wall of an inescapable maze on either side of Dallas
Where Where the fuck was she
The area was too damn dark the few door lights far too dim to be any help at all Instead Dallas used the light on his phone to cut through the night as he scoured every damn inch of the street for some sign of Jane a broken fingernail a shoe
God forbid even blood
He shuddered trying to push back his terror He wasn’t succeeding
This was his fault goddammit His
He’d hidden the truth from Jane thinking he was making it better That he was sparing her more pain But those buried secrets had burst free wild and vicious and dangerous And now she was gone Missing Possibly dead—except she couldn’t be dead the thought was too big too horrible to even wrap his mind around
But captive Oh dear Christ what if she’d been thrust back into the horror of their childhood and all because of him
“Keep looking” Liam’s voice—firm controlled—filtered through the speaker “I’m showing a signal”
“Of course I’m going to keep looking” Dallas snapped “But she’s not here” His voice rose matching his escalating fear “And neither is her damn phone”
“Stay with me Dallas You can’t help her if you lose your shit”
“Fuck” A fresh wave of fear crested inside him and Dallas had to tighten his grip on his own phone in order to fight the almost irresistible urge to hurl the damn thing to the ground But he couldn’t As impotent as his smart phone was at the moment it was his lifeline to her
Jane
His heart His soul The one person in all the world he craved needed loved more than any other
And Liam was right he couldn’t help her if he lost control If he let himself drown in fear and memories
So he wouldn’t He’d stay on the street He’d search He’d follow every lead But in the end he would find her because no other option was even conceivable He’d find her he’d rescue her and then he’d kill the fucking bitch who’d taken her
Fighting a shudder he once again looked at the image that someone had sent to him from her phone
Jane Beaten and battered
Jane Unconscious and helpless on a sidewalk This sidewalk Or at least somewhere near here because Liam was tracking her phone to these coordinates So where the hell was she
Slowly he drew in a breath then exhaled with just as much precision “You’re sure this is the location”
“I’m sure I’m logged in to her account I can see the phone’s location on the map and we’re looking at a circumference of about eight meters”
Dallas nodded trusting his friend because he knew damn well that he couldn’t rely on himself He wasn’t thinking straight at all The last thing he remembered with any clarity was standing in the new apartment that he shared with Jane a little shell-shocked after she’d laid into him about the secrets he’d been keeping She’d stormed out and he’d forced himself to hold back knowing that she needed to get her anger out of her system He’d expected her to take a walk maybe visit her friend Brody
He hadn’t expected that she would be attacked Taken
He hadn’t expected a repeat of their goddamn childhood
And he sure as hell hadn’t anticipated that his phone would ping with a text message showing Jane splayed out on the street her eyes closed and her face battered
That image had been horrible enough But what really gave him chills was the carnival-style mask on the ground next to her prone form A mask just like the one the Woman had worn when she’d entered their cell all those years ago Like she’d worn when she took him away from Jane When she’d tortured him for hours—days—on end
His stomach twisted as his mind filled with images of what she’d done to him Only this time it wasn’t Dallas who was the victim of the Woman’s cruel abuse but Jane
No Please God no
“No mask no Jane Christ Liam where the fuck is she”
“The guys are on their way They’ll start going door to door We’ll find her” Liam said but Dallas could hear the fear in his voice too
He turned in a circle as he examined the empty street in this quiet residential area Jane had to be somewhere and maybe the Woman had dragged her into one of these brownstones Maybe someone had seen something heard something But the street was empty now Noah and Tony would go door to door looking for witnesses But that would take time
Time Jane might not have
Her attacker could have taken her anywhere But she could also be right there just meters away She could be watching from a window her hands tied her mouth gagged hope fading as she saw him fumbling in the dark
Fuck that
Dallas took another hard look at the area he’d already scoured No phone
He stepped off the sidewalk and into the street Same as it had been two minutes ago Except…
“The gutter” he said to Liam even as he dropped to his hands and knees then thrust his arm in up to the shoulder Absurd really If the phone was down there it would be well out of reach in the storm drain ready to be washed away with the next rain He couldn’t get to it not without—
“I have it” Then he spit out a curse Because so the fuck what The phone wasn’t the woman and he still didn’t have Jane And now he knew with absolute certainty that she wasn’t with her phone
Fuck
“Open her photos” Liam ordered “There wasn’t any location information buried in the picture you received or the text Maybe the photo was taken in another block Maybe they attacked her somewhere else and ditched the phone here”
“Already on it” Dallas said a spring of hope bubbling as he tapped and swiped the screen to get the photo to open Sure enough there was location information attached He read the GPS coordinates off to Liam his body tense as he waited for Liam to send him to a new location
But all Liam did was whisper a soft “Goddammit”
Dallas didn’t need to hear more He knew what that meant His last line to Jane had been severed
He cocked his head thinking Maybe not the last after all
“Colin awake”
“Coming around” Liam said “We loaded him up with a shit-ton of tranqs but they’re starting to wear off I was about to dose him again Keep him under until Quince can get here from London”
“No” Dallas said “Let him wake up I’m coming in”
