Page 101 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
“No,” he says sharply. “Not general. Specific. I need anything that puts him near here, anything that suggests where he would go next.”
He starts pacing as he talks, the same restless movement from before coming back harder now that we’re here and she isn’t.
“Search harder,” he says. “Search faster. I don’t care how small it is, I need something.”
I tune him out.
Not fully.
Just enough.
Because standing in the middle of this empty space isn’t helping.
Looking at the same walls isn’t helping.
I need something else.
My gaze shifts. To the door. To the outside. To the area around us. Then back inside.
I move back toward the entrance, pulling my phone out as I do, bringing up the map of the area, zooming out just enough to see where we are in relation to everything else.
Warehouse.
Roads.
Nothing obvious.
No immediate connections. I force myself to think the way he would.
You’ve taken her. You’ve already had one location. You know they’ll find it eventually, so you don’t stay. You move. But you don’t go somewhere obvious. You don’t go somewhere that can be tracked easily. You go somewhere...
My gaze shifts across the map.
There.
A large stretch of land, darker on the screen, unbroken by roads the way the rest of the area is.
Forest.
I zoom in slightly. The edges of it. The access points.
The way it spreads out wide enough that you could disappear inside it if you knew what you were doing.
If you had time. If you had a place already set up. My pulse picks up slightly.
It’s not guaranteed.
But it fits. Too well. I turn back toward them.
“Jackson.”
He stops pacing and looks at me.
“What.”
“Ask them if there’s anything connecting Paul to this area,” I say, holding his gaze. “Property. Deliveries. Searches. Anything tied to land out here.”
He frowns slightly, but he doesn’t question it.
