Page 67 of Shadows Relived
Elvis crossed his arms across his chest. “And Blaze is tracking the highway cams, traffic feeds, anything around where they hit us.”
Callen’s eyes flicked back toward the SUV, heart pounding like war drums as he shoved his hands on his hips. “What about the necklace?” He turned his gaze to Elvis. “I gave her a necklace at the motel. Was she still wearing it?”
The senator scoffed. “You’re worried about some gift you gave my daughter right now?”
He ignored the older man. “Tell me she was still wearing it.”
Gage made a slow bob of his head. “Yeah, she was still wearing it as far as I know.”
Elvis stared at him. “Just why are you worried about a necklace at a time like this?”
A flicker of desperate hope sparked inhis chest. “Because I didn’t just give her a necklace. I gave her a tether.”
Elvis’s eyes went wide as a slow chuckle rumbled out of him. “You put a tracker in it.”
Callen nodded. “One of our micros.” He reached into his pocket for his phone. “It’s built into the clasp. Undetectable unless you knew it was there.”
Gage whistled. “She’s going to be pissed after she thanks you for it.”
“At least she’ll be alive.” He hit Blaze’s contact, pacing hard, his boots echoing off the treeline. “Pick up, pick up?—”
“Yo,” Blaze answered on the third ring. “If you’re calling to see if I’ve found anything on cams, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Actually, I gave Meaghan a necklace,” Callen said, the words rushing out of him as he placed a hand to the back of his head. “I put a tracker, one of ours, inside the clasp. You should be able to ping it for a location.”
“You sneaky bastard. That was smart, but damn I don’t want to be in your shoes when she finds out.”
“You’re not the first to tell me that. Now, can you ping it?”
“Already on it,” Blaze said, keys clicking in the background. “Give me… thirty seconds. Maybe less. Would have definitely been less if you had given me a heads up, so I could have had it on standby.”
“I wasn’t exactly planning on her getting taken.” He turned to Elvis. “Get the senator back in the car. We’re taking him with us.”
Roger scoffed. “Like hell you are. I’m a goddamn senator. You’ll be charged with kidnapping.”
“Then we can share cells.” Callen turned, glaring at the senator as he waited for Blaze to give him an answer. “You think I won’t drag you there? After everything? If you want her safe, you come. If you want to stay and rot in your marble tower, be my guest. But know this—if she dies, you’ll answer to me.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He left Elvis and Gage to get Roger Harrington into the SUV as he paced in a small line back and forth, waiting for Blaze.
Gage grunted, helping Elvis with the senator, both of them limping but too proud to admit the depth of their pain. They shoved Roger back into the passenger seat of Callen’s vehicle, fuming but silent, too shaken to argue again.
“Still there?” Blaze sounded in his ear.
“Did you find her? Tell me you found her.”
“I found her. Your tracker just pinged north of some place called Kingsland, southeast corner of Georgia. Looks like they’ve taken her off the main roads, onto some forsaken rural route. From what I can see, it’s an old farmhouse. Looks dilapidated but livable. Probably picked it because they thought no one would look there.”
“Send all of us a pin,” Callen said, already turning toward the vehicle. “And tell the others. We’re going to need the team for sure on this.”
“Sending. And Cal?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re going to get that lady back. I know it.”
He said nothing as he ended the call, jawlike iron, every nerve tuned to one purpose. He rushed to the SUV, sliding into the driver’s seat next to the senator, while the others returned to their own vehicles.
“Hold on, Meaghan. We’re getting on our way.”
