“Can’t see her being taken but there’s two men who walk past. One of them is Max.” She grimaced, her nose scrunching up with mentioning his name.
I walked over to where she was stood next to Evan, she hit the rewind button and played the footage again.
Two men walked past the camera, neither of their faces were in the frame, but just before they went out of the frame completely, one of them turned and looked straight at the camera and winked.
Max. I knew it was that fuck-face. When I got my hands on him, I wouldn’t be held responsible for what I did to him.
I knew it was him before I’d even watched the footage.
“Go back,” I barked, watching it a second and third time as I tried to place the other man. I’d seen him before but I couldn’t think where from.
“Isn’t that one of Daley’s men?” Luke asked from behind me.
“I think it is,” Kitty answered. Going back and watching it again.
“What the fuck does this mean?” I looked down at the floor, trying to figure it all out. Did this mean that Max was working with Daley?
Was Kay with the girls that had been taken? We all had our suspicions about what was happening to those girls and the thought of Kay going through all that, sent me into a tailspin.
My mind was spinning and I couldn’t get under control. All I wanted was to get hold of Max and show him what it was like to be met with his match.
I had to stop thinking like this, I needed to put all my efforts into finding Kay and not imagine what I would do to that bastard.
“So we have no location but we know who took her,” I said to no one in particular. “Evan, hack into all the cameras around that area, I want to know where they went.”
I walked away from them and over to Charlie, with Luke at my back.
“How’s Eli?” he asked as we walked across the warehouse.
“Good. Ma’s over there now. She’s gonna put him to bed.”
“Good.” He nodded. “We need to keep this from him.”
Spinning around, I clenched my fists. “I fucking know,” I ground out.
“Whoa, boss, I was just saying.”
“Yeah, well don’t.” My nostrils flared. “You don’t need to tell me how to deal with this, he’s my son.”
Luke raised a brow at me, opening his mouth to say something but I walked away before he could.
Shit. What had I just said? Eli, my son?
It may have been wrong to some people but he really was my son, and after this, I’d make sure that everybody knew it. He’d never have to deal with his pathetic excuse for a father again.
Stomping over to Charlie, I went to see what he had found. “Anything?” I barked.
“No.” He shook his head, looking down at a map.
“Fuck!” I shouted, just as the metal door opened.
I stared and waited to see who was coming in to disturb us. “Dad?” I frowned. What was he doing over here?
“Someone here to see you, son.” He pushed the door open, his face telling me that whoever it was, it wasn’t someone that I wanted to see.
“What’s up!” he shouted, swaggering through the door, his huge bag slung over his shoulder.
“Corey?”