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My hands flew over the keys. If I couldn’t trace Trinity’s phone, then I could trace others. I could create a net that would search for Brianfucking Davies and hope that he was foolish enough to have his phone with him.
Yes.
The red dot on the map was moving away from Clarity Coast and toward Sunset Port. Already so far away. They were almost there, and I didn’t want to think about what would happen once they got there.
“I don’t have time to explain, but I’m going to need a helicopter.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
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TRINITY
My head banged against something, bringing me awake.
Where—
I was fucking dizzy. My head hurt. And I was moving.
Panic sank its claws into me and didn’t let go. That man drugged me. I was terrified of what I’d find when I opened my eyes, but knew enough to know that I needed to. Information was vital.
The sun nearly blinded me when I cracked them open. It pierced down through the back windows of the van I was in. That’s what it looked like. The back of a utility van.
The radio was on low in the front of the vehicle. It gave me a little cover for movement. I kept moving slowly because I didn’t want to let this asshole—or maybe more than one of them—know I was awake yet.
It was one of those vans that had a dividing wall that separated the back. There was a grate at the top, which was why I could hear the radio. Okay, so at the very least, if I kept myself on the floor, they probably wouldn’t be able to see me.
There was always risk in being a reporter. I’d taken the self-defense classes and knew what to do. The thing those classes didn’t teach you was how different it wasknowingsomething as opposed to using it.
I was already at a disadvantage. Your odds of survival went down significantly if you were transported to a second location. But if this was what I thought it was, my chances of survival were already slim to none. They didn’t take me to have a nice chat. And you didn’t abduct someone in broad daylight with your face fully visible if you planned on leaving them alive.
Carefully, I shifted my body.
Some of my panic receded. I wasn’t restrained. Probably because they needed to get me into the vehicle quickly.
The sun was still almost vertical, so I hadn’t been unconscious for too long. That was good. Plus, Ocean and Isolde would send up the alarm when I didn’t show up. Hopefully they’d already done that.
My Alphas?—
Terror gripped me at the thought of them. They were probably out of their minds. I hadn’t told all of them I loved them yet. Grief felt like a crushing weight. If I didn’t make it out of this…
I couldn’t think like that. If I thought like that, there wouldn’t be any room for survival. I needed tosurvive. Everything else could come after. He hadn’t injected me with something that killed me, so that was good, but also terrifying. Where was I being taken, and why?
Slowly, I turned over onto my stomach. My body felt okay, minus the aches and pains from the arena. I could fight back. Right now Iwasn’t going to focus on the reality that I might not be strong enough. If this was going to happen, I wasn’t going down without a fucking fight.
I didn’t find exactly where I was meant to be and who I was meant to be with, just to die before we could live life together.
The van slowed and arced in a smooth turn like we were pulling off the highway. Butwherewere we? I raised my head as much as I dared—making sure I wasn’t visible in the rear-view mirror—and saw the crane in the distance.
Fuck.
I figured it was because of the story. If Aiden was right, and there were no coincidences, then there was no other reason for me to be taken. He’d known my name. Somehow they’d caught on to what I was looking into, even though I’d been careful.
The thought hit me then.
Maybe Tracy’s accidentwasn’tan accident. The possibility had been raised, but there hadn’t been any red flags. Just like there hadn’t been any red flags for me. Other than the break-in.
I ducked back down as we approached the gate. Brian rolled down the window. I recognized his voice when he spoke. “Everything quiet?”
