Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
“Damn it!” John growled.
He turned away from the door, resisted the urge to curse again, and tried hard to rein his anger in.
Losing his temper wouldn’t help Little Trixie. It was imperative that he keep a clear head.
But his imagination wouldn’t stop spinning wildly, telling him tales of all the awful things happening to Trixie right then.
Still standing on the porch of the mansion across the street and several doors down from Athena’s, he and Trevon had just discovered how dire the situation was.
“I’m calling them,” Trevon said, his phone already in his hand and on speaker.
John didn’t have to ask who.
The Daddy Guard.
Jack’s voice came on. “Hey, Trevon.”
“Hey. We have bad news.” Trevon went on to tell him about the vehicle. After giving him the gist, he delivered the kicker. “We walked across the street to check on the house they were at. It’s empty. For sale. And the door was slightly open. I think they broke in here and waited.”
John obviously knew all that, but just hearing it verbalized twisted his stomach into more knots.
“Shit!” Jack said. “I knew I shouldn’t have left her alone.”
“It’s not your fault,” Trevon told him. “You tried. Athena tried, too. We couldn’t make her stay. But we can get to her now. We’re on our way.”
“Loews of Hollywood. You’ll get there before we do,” Jack said.
John figured that was the case. The Daddy Guard mansion was in South Los Angeles, a full ten miles from Trixie’s hotel. Throw in traffic and you might as well be on the other side of the world.
But Autie Athena’s was maybe two miles away, if it was even that far. And John had experience driving fire engines through crowded streets, so he could easily maneuver his personal pickup.
He’d get there in no time at all.
“We’ll meet you guys there,” Jack said. “We’re mobilizing now.”
John was already running toward his vehicle, too far away to hear how Trevon responded.