He tapped the screen and zoomed in, cleaning up some of the video surveillance footage.
A little girl tore up the wooden staircase alone. “That’s Izzie!”
Had she gotten away from the men?
Why was she running upstairs and not out the door?
“We need to move, now!” I couldn’t watch and witness something horrific happen to my daughter.
I whisked out of the room for the door. “Call me as soon as you have something concrete!”
Jayden took off after me. “I’m coming with you. I got your families into this mess. I’ll get them out of it.”
I shot him a glance. I didn’t know what he had planned, but we were likely going to need a distraction. For all I cared, Jayden could be the bait.