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They damn sure would. But the snow, which had stopped falling about an hour before, was threatening to start back up, covering any tracks they might be able to spot. He had a tracker on the Lexus. But it sat parked in the snow beside him. He had a tracker in her purse, but evidently, she’d left it in the car.

When he got her back home, he was going to put one on her body so she couldn’t leave it behind.

“Oh!” Kenzie gasped and stared at Boone. “Her phone. She said to tell you she had her phone.”

Dutch responded, “Fuck. Hold on.” Opening his tablet, he checked again but shook his head. “Someone turned the location setting off.”

Desperation clawed his chest for freedom. He owned a fucking private security company, and they couldn’t even track Tildi’s phone?

“They can’t turn off mine.” All eyes turned to Sev as he held up his phone. “I know where she’s headed. At least, I know where she is.”

“Then tell me!” Boone roared.

Sev held up his phone as he took the three steps necessary for him to stand by Dutch at the car. The software on this screen was clearly marked for FBI use only under penalty of law. HowSev came to have it, he didn’t know and he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was the little dot moving across the map of the local area displayed on the screen.

Moving away from him. Damn it! She slipped further and further away from him with every blink of that little dot.

Reaching across the car, Boone snatched the phone from Sev’s hand. He pinpointed his own location and then looked at the point representing his Tildi.

His babygirl.

His.

As soon as he saw the road Nico’s men had turned onto, he tossed the phone back to Sev. “Trace, I need you to take Kenzie home then get your office set up in case we have anyone hurt. The rest of you, load up. I know where they’re taking her.”

CHAPTER 18

Varied shades of white carpeted everything outside the windows of the truck Nico’s man had forced her into. It all blurred together as they sped and skidded down the narrow road. Did these men even know anything about driving in the snow?

An itch she did her best to ignore stabbed the arch of her foot so hard it made her eye twitch. What she wanted to do was snatch off her boot and claw at the incessant twinge.

She would have, too, except she didn’t want to attract any more attention to herself. Though really, with two thugs staring at her through unblinking eyes while pointing their guns at her, how much more attention could she have?

Looking for anything to distract her from her current situation, she focused on figuring out something she could say or do to get them to stop the car. Or at the very least, get them to slow down.

She’d already tried telling them she was thirsty, carsick, and in need of the Little girls’ room. All those requests had been ignored. Which was really a shame since she kind of did need to pee.

If she couldn’t delay the men escorting her to her doom, maybe she could at least disarm one of them. They’d never suspect her of having the nerve to do that.

Did she have the nerve to do that? Of course she did. Probably.

Subtly, she studied the men bracketing her in the back seat of the truck. It had looked wider than a regular truck from the outside, but it wasn’t wide enough. They pressed against her, keeping her movements no less restricted than if they had bound her. And they smelled awful.

The man to her left had bloodshot eyes and an unshaven face. The man to her right appeared to be in about the same condition, either exhausted or hung over.

Could that mean their reflexes would be slow? If she could surprise one of them and get his gun, she could force them to let her out of the truck. And if she had Superman’s cape, she could body slam them and fly out the window. Who was she kidding?

What if she grabbed one of the guns? Would she be able to shoot one of them? Memories of Dutch shot and bleeding on the deck of the yacht assaulted her. Thinking she’d hurt him was one of the worst moments of her life.

When she thought of how these men had tried to harm her Daddy, she was pretty sure she could shoot them all and it would be no problem. Who was she kidding, they would either shoot her back or throw her out in the snow to die, or both.

When she’d grabbed her phone, she should have also grabbed her heavier coat. But hey, freezing or even getting shot was better than whatever awaited her when they got to the cabin she’d heard that Vinnie guy talking about.

What should she do? Blinking her eyes, she tried not to cry. She just had to hold on until Boone got to her. Then he’d take care of these men. Blinking her eyes, she forced back her terrorand tears. She wanted her Daddy. Had he figured out where the men were taking her?

The Vinnie man’s phone rang. “Yeah, boss?” Pause. “We’ll be at the cabin soon.” Pause. “How long?” Pause. “Fuckin’ weather. We’ll take care of her until you get there.” He disconnected the call.

“What did he say?” the man to her left demanded.