52. Dom
Chapter fifty-two
“ I feel useless standing around here!” Max yells, knocking a chair over in his agitation.
“I know, we all do. But we aren’t going to find her driving around aimlessly,” I tell him for the tenth time since she was taken yesterday. None of us have slept. The chief told us to go home, but we didn’t see a point in it. There was nothing any of us other than Ben could do from home. And being here meant he could work with the police team.
I’m trying to hold it together for the sake of our family, but the truth is, I feel like I’m dying on the inside. I don’t know what we’ll do if we don’t get her back. But we won’t stop until we find her. We just need some sort of lead. A clue that will give us a sense of direction.
The car had no plates, and they were only able to use traffic cams to follow him to the edge of the town. Then he vanished.
“Holy fucking shit, I have something!” Ben yells, gaining everyone’s attention as we instantly crowd around him.
He points at the screen where there is a driver’s license displayed with Paul’s face.
“John Donovan,” Gideon reads in confusion.
“It’s a fake alias he must be using!” Ben says excitedly.
“Fuck, great work, Ben,” I tell him with a squeeze on his shoulder .
“We’re on it,” the police tech says, diving in to see what he can find on that name.
Ben tilts his head up to me. “I hope it’s enough.”
“It’s more than we had five minutes ago, brother. You’re helping more than any of us.”
He nods, turning his eyes back to his screen as one of the techs speaks up. “I’ve got a cabin in his name, in Rampford, Wyoming.”
“Shit, that’s the next state over, it’s hours away,” Jasper says as we all exchange looks.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Tucker says, jumping up and heading for the door.
Ben grabs the address and we follow Tucker out the door as one of the techs yells, “wait! We need to tell the chief, he’ll want to send officers in first!”
I turn to face him and continue walking backwards as I reply. “It’ll take him time to get a team together, we’re not waiting. Tell him to call me!”
I spin around and jog after my brothers, who are already exiting the station. We pile into the SUV silently, as hope and fear battle within us. We finally have somewhere to go. But the unspoken fear has us all afraid to speak what we fear most.
What if she’s not there? Or worse, what if it’s too late?