29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Drakos
Less than three minutes after Sylvie and Alexa walked out of the loft together, Alexa slammed back inside. “They have her,” she breathed heavily.
“Who?” But by the look on her face, I already knew.
“That LeBaron guy and some of his men. They had a young woman with them who pretended she was in trouble to lure Sylvie out.”
That would’ve done it. I pounded down the stairs and threw open the outer door. The street stood empty except for Sylvie’s broken phone.
“Fuuuck!” I bellowed.
“We need Ivan,” Alexa panted. We both turned and ran back inside. Minutes later, we stood in his loft, studying one of his computer screens.
“I put a tracking device on her,” Alexa told us as she called up an app on her phone.
“How’d you manage that, Peaches?” Ivan asked as he typed furiously on his screen.
“I shoved my key ring in her back pocket as she was unlocking the door. It has a tracking device on it. I tend to lose my keys.” She furrowed her brow and studied the app carefully. “The tracker is decent, but it’s not meant to cover long distances. And don’t call me Peaches.” The bite was absent in her tone as she anxiously watched the dot pinpointing her tracker.
I looked over her shoulder. “They’re heading south on the beltway. I’m going to follow them. Give me whatever directions you can for however long the tracker works.” Pulling out my own phone, I called Ivan’s cell, then merged Fennick Spade into the call as I headed for my vehicle.
Fenn picked up with an obnoxious sigh. “Hello, fancy fuck boy. Did Sylvie decide to castrate you and you’re calling to borrow my extra pair of balls?”
“LeBaron has her. Ivan and Alex are on the line with me.” I patched them all in.
“Shit,” Fenn bit out. “Kilian is with me. Please tell me you have a bead on her.”
“Alexa shoved a tracking device into her pack pocket before they grabbed her. They’re heading south on the beltway toward Henderson, but we’ll probably lose her soon.”
“Did you get a license plate number?” Kilian asked.
“This is Alexa, and no.”
“Who was driving?” Ivan asked.
“Terrance LeBaron.”
Kilian cut in. “What type of vehicle?”
“A new black Escalade Platinum edition with aftermarket wheels and tinted windows.”
There was a pause as Ivan typed furiously on his keyboard. “Terrance owns two vehicles and three motorcycles. Got it. His license plate on the Escalade is… the number one and the word ‘percent.’ It should be easy to track him.”
Alexa hung her head. “They just exited the Green Valley Parkway in Henderson, but I lost the signal.”
My stomach dropped and dread filled me. “I’m calling the detective in Henderson who works with us sometimes. We need to get an APB out on that vehicle or Sylvie is fucked.”
Fenn grunted. “I’m not far from Green Valley. We’re heading that way.”
Alexa exhaled. “Sylvie is the most clever, sneaky, self-sufficient woman I’ve ever met. If anyone can survive this, it’s her.”
“Ivan, do you have a police scanner?” Kilian asked.
“Yeah. I’ll turn it on.”
“Alexa, let us know if the tracker pings again or if you hear anything on the scanner.” I tried to shake off the icy horror seeping through me. After what she and her cousins had done to Carver, Sylvie wouldn’t be walking away from whatever LeBaron planned for her unless we could find her fast.
She looked so innocent and soft, with her big brown eyes, Goldilocks hair, and sweet, dimpled grin. But she was a maniac and a fucking Spade to boot. For years, I’d carelessly filed women away under neat labels in my mental Rolodex, but Sylvie defied categorization and had an intelligent ferocity that sucked me in. “Hang on, Killer. We’re coming.”