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“It would take some balls to just take my woman and fly out of a major airport.”
“I think we’ve already established that Mr. Fabre has got balls the size of tennis balls. He knows exactly who you are and still took Megan in front of her house. He’s arrogant and thinks he’s invincible. Which is why I think he’d do exactly what we think most people wouldn’t do.”
I don’t really like how much sense Vaughn is making. I don’t need common sense right now. I just need answers.
“What about reporting her missing?” I suggest.
“Hunt, you know that’s not what we do. They’re only going to get in our way.”
We’ve always kept our business in-house no matter what but desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ll even depend on police support if it means that I get Megan back, but maybe only after we’ve exhausted all our resources.
“Fine,” I grumble. “I’ll call you back.”
I catch Lars looking at me cautiously in the car’s rearview mirror. He’s worried that I’m losing my shit but he has other things to concern himself with like where the hell Parker is.
“Have you heard from Parker?” I ask him.
“No,” Lars says solemnly. It’s obvious that he’s worried about his partner and friend but fuck Parker. If he was doing his damn job, Megan would be in the penthouse in our bed next to me where she belongs.
“How long has it been since you’ve talked to him?”
“I don’t know, maybe a few hours. The last time I saw him was with you.”
“Was he acting strange? Did he say anything that made you think something was off?”
“That kid is always acting strange,” Lars mocks. “But to answer your question, nothing was off.”
“If he isn’t dead already, I’m going to kill him,” I say with a hard edge.
“He could be in some real trouble, Hunter.” And I can feel thatjust like Meganare the words he withholds from the rest of his statement.
But I know Lars is right. Disappearing without a word is not something Parker’s ever done. For all we know they have Megan and Parker. But I’m just so consumed with rage and fear that I can’t see straight. I want to blame somebody when there isn’t any one person at fault but myself.
When we arrive at the airport, Lars double parks at the departure area, knowing full well the car will be towed by some predatory towing company but we can deal with that later. We both quickly exit the vehicle and I run to the closest airline agent, cutting in front of a line of angry travelers.
“Hey, you can’t just cut the line like that!”
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
The agent purses her lips at me when I don’t budge out of the way.
“Sir, there’s a line.”
“This is an emergency,” I tell her, trying my damndest to hold on to the last bit of restraint I have. “A woman has been kidnapped and brought against her will to this airport. I need to know how many flights are headed to New Orleans today.”
“Sir, you have to wait your turn.”
“Did you not hear me? A woman’s life is at stake?”
“Would you like me to call LAX police to help you, sir?”
A random man tries tapping me on the shoulder, probably in an attempt to punch me in the face for my intrusion but I can hear Lars taking care of it behind me so I continue with my pursuit of information.
“I need to know the flights.”
She exhales in clear frustration with me and points to the electronic board a few feet away. “You can check the board for all outgoing flights right over there, sir.”
“The board doesn’t show every flight leaving today, only upcoming ones, and I need them all,” I retort, slightly raising my voice. Then I take a breath. “Just give me what I need and I’ll move out of the way so you can help the rest of these people.”