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miffed voice told him she was off again today, could he leave a message?
“No, she went in this morning,” Jack corrected. “Are you sure she isn’t in one of the conference rooms?”
“I’m positive since she missed a huge meeting with a collector who wants to—” Jack hung up.
Turning, he strode out of the detective’s office he was temporarily using for the operation and grabbed his Dade County liaison on this case, Detective Phil Cruze.
“I need this morning’s accident reports,” Jack demanded urgently. Phil got the vibe instantly and sat down at a terminal.
“What we lookin’ for?” Phil’s hands were already logging in his authorization.
“’08 Sentra, burgundy.” Jack rattled off her plate number and Phil typed. What came up was bad.
“Hit and run, vehicle abandoned. Driver missing, investigation ongoing.” Phil read but Jack was already gone. The spot the accident happened was around the corner and six blocks from the apartment complex. Her route to work in the opposite fucking direction from the one Jack drove to get to the precinct this morning.
Jack was in his truck on the way to the site, calling his real boss. Brad Marks had talked him into to working for the good guys in a whole new capacity after his honorable discharge. By design, the organization did not have a name but pulled badges from Homeland Security when needed. Brad’s title, if you could call it that, was simply Command.
Brad picked up on the first ring. “Jack, yo.”
Jack didn’t bother with greetings. “Boss, got a problem,” he opened and continued in rapid fire. “Hailey May Lindale left her apartment at nine ten a.m. Her vehicle was hit around nine twenty a.m. She is missing from the scene. No further information on the hit. I’m in transit to her vehicle, fifteen minutes to site.”
Brad’s calm voice responded in operation mode. “Call me at site. I’ll get into ground chatter. We’ll get your girl, Jack,” Brad finished and clicked off.
Jack narrowed his focus, ruthlessly refusing to consider anything but the facts and his current destination. He couldn’t afford speculation, fear or any other damn thing besides getting to Hailey. That Brad knew what Hailey meant to him wasn’t a surprise. Living where he did, the amount of time he spent watching her at social events, it didn’t take a genius to figure his shit out. Brad was one of the most dangerous, powerful investigators who ran an organization of the same. It was going to be good. Somehow.
A tactical, mission-focused genius, Brad was a man whose loyalty was written in blood. The rest of the group only added more of everything deadly to that.
Pulling out his badge, Jack stalked past the onsite LEO to her car, crushed all to hell. The vehicle had been pushed off the road by a larger, stronger machine. At the driver’s door the grab was written in the broken window and cut seat belt. There was some blood on the scene but not enough to be life threatening. She’d been taken, hard and fast.
Chapter Six
Rico pulled up. Jack didn’t have to ask how he knew to show up with an evidence kit. Silently the two of them gloved up and went to work.
Working fast, they went over the rest of the vehicle and Jack called in the visible information to Brad as they moved through it. He also outlined his concerns with the op he’d just completed in conjunction with an international team that included way too many agencies.
By the time they were done with the car, they knew Brad’s deeply unsavory associations as well as his highly classified contacts had no noise on a job to take a woman out of Florida.
They had no clues. No direction, no reason for this besides the loose fucking association to Jack’s op by her being present at that meeting with Yatzic Friday night. That case was over and there was no logical way someone could have made the deep connection between her and Jack that fast.
Jack and Rico headed to Hailey’s apartment to comb that
“No, she went in this morning,” Jack corrected. “Are you sure she isn’t in one of the conference rooms?”
“I’m positive since she missed a huge meeting with a collector who wants to—” Jack hung up.
Turning, he strode out of the detective’s office he was temporarily using for the operation and grabbed his Dade County liaison on this case, Detective Phil Cruze.
“I need this morning’s accident reports,” Jack demanded urgently. Phil got the vibe instantly and sat down at a terminal.
“What we lookin’ for?” Phil’s hands were already logging in his authorization.
“’08 Sentra, burgundy.” Jack rattled off her plate number and Phil typed. What came up was bad.
“Hit and run, vehicle abandoned. Driver missing, investigation ongoing.” Phil read but Jack was already gone. The spot the accident happened was around the corner and six blocks from the apartment complex. Her route to work in the opposite fucking direction from the one Jack drove to get to the precinct this morning.
Jack was in his truck on the way to the site, calling his real boss. Brad Marks had talked him into to working for the good guys in a whole new capacity after his honorable discharge. By design, the organization did not have a name but pulled badges from Homeland Security when needed. Brad’s title, if you could call it that, was simply Command.
Brad picked up on the first ring. “Jack, yo.”
Jack didn’t bother with greetings. “Boss, got a problem,” he opened and continued in rapid fire. “Hailey May Lindale left her apartment at nine ten a.m. Her vehicle was hit around nine twenty a.m. She is missing from the scene. No further information on the hit. I’m in transit to her vehicle, fifteen minutes to site.”
Brad’s calm voice responded in operation mode. “Call me at site. I’ll get into ground chatter. We’ll get your girl, Jack,” Brad finished and clicked off.
Jack narrowed his focus, ruthlessly refusing to consider anything but the facts and his current destination. He couldn’t afford speculation, fear or any other damn thing besides getting to Hailey. That Brad knew what Hailey meant to him wasn’t a surprise. Living where he did, the amount of time he spent watching her at social events, it didn’t take a genius to figure his shit out. Brad was one of the most dangerous, powerful investigators who ran an organization of the same. It was going to be good. Somehow.
A tactical, mission-focused genius, Brad was a man whose loyalty was written in blood. The rest of the group only added more of everything deadly to that.
Pulling out his badge, Jack stalked past the onsite LEO to her car, crushed all to hell. The vehicle had been pushed off the road by a larger, stronger machine. At the driver’s door the grab was written in the broken window and cut seat belt. There was some blood on the scene but not enough to be life threatening. She’d been taken, hard and fast.
Chapter Six
Rico pulled up. Jack didn’t have to ask how he knew to show up with an evidence kit. Silently the two of them gloved up and went to work.
Working fast, they went over the rest of the vehicle and Jack called in the visible information to Brad as they moved through it. He also outlined his concerns with the op he’d just completed in conjunction with an international team that included way too many agencies.
By the time they were done with the car, they knew Brad’s deeply unsavory associations as well as his highly classified contacts had no noise on a job to take a woman out of Florida.
They had no clues. No direction, no reason for this besides the loose fucking association to Jack’s op by her being present at that meeting with Yatzic Friday night. That case was over and there was no logical way someone could have made the deep connection between her and Jack that fast.
Jack and Rico headed to Hailey’s apartment to comb that
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