Beckett
“Elouise!”
I take three sprinting strides after her car, before I accept that I’ll never catch them on foot.
Turning, I run as fast as I can to my truck, dialing 9-1-1 as I fumble with the door handle.
The call connects, “What’s the nature of your emergency?”
“Someone has her- they’re in the car with her!” I don’t even recognize my voice.
“Sir-”
“Elouise Hall is being kidnapped,” my heart shreds as the words pour out of my mouth.
My truck fishtails as I floor it out of the drop off zone.
“I don’t know who-” I choke on the admission.
I don’t know who has her.
I don’t know who has my Smoky.
My Darling.
I spin my wheel, pulling onto the main road where I saw her last, and manage to bark out a description of her car.
“Officers are on their way. I need you to remain-”
“South on Coastal Drive!” I shout, catching sight of Elouise’s car again just before it disappears around a turn.
The road she’s on now leads out of town. The road is windy and narrow as it follows the edge of the lake, and it’s secluded.
I blow through a red light.
I can’t see her.
If they get far enough ahead of me, whoever has her could make her turn down a side road and… and…
My breaths are heaving in and out of my chest.
I can’t see her.
“Sir, please don’t pursue -”
I hang up the call, and dial Elouise again.