Trent led Aria over to the sofa, sat, and pulled her into his lap. Duncan heard him talking to her but couldn’t make out the words.
Duncan started to pace, and every minute that went bywas more agonizing than the last.
Alastair called back. “He was spotted at the corner of First Avenue and Wallace. We’re following his tracks now.”
“What time was that?” Duncan asked.
“Eleven oh-three.”
Duncan looked at Mateo. “Alastair said his Jeep was spotted at the corner of First Avenue and Wallace at eleven oh-three.”
Mateo nodded and said something into the phone he was holding.
“Keep it together, brother. We’ll find her,” Alastair said.
“I know. What’s he going to do to her in the time before we get to her?”
“Don’t think like that.”
“I can’t sit here. I’m going to drive the route he’s taken. I want to be as close to her as possible when we have their location.”
“I’ll keep you on the phone,” Alastair said.
Duncan turned to the others in the room. “I’m going to start that way, so I’m close.”
“I’ll go with you,” Mateo said.
Duncan shook his head. “You’ll do more for us by keeping in touch with the security and being here for Aria. I’ll keep you up-to-date.”
Mateo sighed and nodded. “You’re right. Keep us informed. We want our little girl back with us.”
“Not as much as I want my bride.” Duncan raced out of the room. He jumped in the front of the car. “Let’s go, Jamison. I’ll fill you in as we drive.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Nine
Angelica felt any hope she had at being found slide away with every mile they went. She grabbed hold of the door as Kenneth drove over potholes and small rocks that looked more like a path and not a road. It didn’t look like another person had been there for decades.
“Kenneth. I want to go home.”
“This is going to be your home, my love.”
“I won’t ever think this is my home,” Angelica said.
Kenneth stopped his vehicle, reached for her arm, and shook it. “Don’t fucking say that again.”
The heated look of craziness was back in his eyes, and it scared her to death. She looked away and waited for him to release her arm that he was surely bruising.
When he finally let her go, she rubbed the bright red area where he had gripped her.
“Don’t make me hurt you again,” he said and started driving again.
He was going to hurt her, she knew that, and she’d have to figure out a way to run from him because no one else would be able to find her any time soon.
They drove around a sharp curve, and tucked into the trees was a small cabin. It was very hard to see because it blended into the forest around it. If they had a helicopter out looking for it, they’d never find it.
He parked behind the cabin, out of sight from any helicopter or someone coming up the path, got out, and came around for her. She didn’t try to fight yet because she was saving up her energy for when she had a chance to escape.