Chapter 40
“Icannot believe that you let our girl get kidnapped!” Kellan roared.
Eli had to shove into Kellan’s chest to stop him from going after Cole.
Now wasn’t the time for that. After they found Arabella and were no longer in the sheriff’s office, then he could pound on Cole until he felt better.
Eli would help him.
“I didn’t! She ran off because she wasn’t feeling well,” Cole snarled back.
“I followed after her, but some clown grabbed her and dragged her into the back of that spooky train ride. I tried to get in, but the door was locked. By the time I got inside, all that was left was a pile of puke. That’s when I called all of you. ”
“Right, we have a report of a clown that was seen carrying a large sack through the parking lot,” Eleanor said, rushing in. “He got into a car.”
Eli hadn’t thought the older woman was capable of moving that fast.
“What was he driving?” Jake asked, typing in the details of the car.
“They only got the color,” Eleanor said. “A dark gray.”
“That isn’t enough to go on,” Jake said with a groan. “But we’ll start looking at traffic cams.”
“Lee Newsome,” Kellan said suddenly. “It’s got to be him.”
“You think he kidnapped her? The trouble is that we’ve got no motive and no idea who he is or where since you couldn’t find any information on him,” Eli reminded him. “He’s a ghost.”
“But Ravina knows him,” Kellan said.
Shit. He was right.
“And he was driving a silver car the other day when he dropped her off at her office.”
“We need to get to Ravina,” Eli said.
“Wait!” Jake held up his hand and Eli gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to hear how it was a stretch and blah, blah, blah.
“I’ll call the department in Freestown and have them send deputies to her house and office. That will be quicker.”
Good thinking.
An hour passed and still no one could find Ravina. She wasn’t at home or work. Her car was gone.
Fuck.
Kellan was in front of a computer at the police station, going through traffic footage. Everyone was out there, searching for their girl. And not just people who knew her, but pretty much the entire town.
But they didn’t know where she was.
“Wait, I found the car,” Kellan said. “I think this is it. I’ve got a plate. It’s registered to a guy called Lyle Newton.”
“Shit that’s close to Lee Newsome,” Jake said.
“Could be another false identity,” Eli warned. “Where did he head to?”
“Toward her old place,” Kellan said. “Was he taking the road out of town?”
Or was there another reason?
“We should head there,” Eli said as his phone rang. He frowned as he saw it was Abe.
“Abe? We’re kind of busy, Arabella is—”
He was cut off by a mournful cry.
Shit. Horse.
“You need to come. The dog is going crazy. Pawing at the door, crying, he wants out and I don’t want to let him as it feels like he’s going to run.”
Why would he . . . oh shit.
“Leave him inside, Abe. We’re on our way.” He ended the call and raced for the door. “That was Abe, he said Horse is acting odd, wanting out and crying.”
“Fuck,” Kellan said. “Maybe he scents her. They seem to have a strange tie to each other. Let’s go.”