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Toth snapped his gaze to Lach. “Did you get an ID?”
Lach pulled out his phone and showed them a picture of the man’s face, his mask pulled up. He swiped the screen. “Here’s his driver’s license.”
“Wendell Lamburg,” Toth read aloud.
“On it.” Tess turned the other laptop toward her and pounded the keyboard.
Impatience racked Toth’s nerves. “Anything else we can do?” He bit back the curses burning his tongue. They were trying, but god help him, if he’d come here just to watch footage he could have viewed from Lach’s phone, he’d lose his shit.
“I got a plate number,” Dare said. “Was just looking it up when you knocked.” He flicked to a different tab and tapped a few keys. “Vehicle’s registered under... holy shit.” He pointed at a name on the screen.
Brett Schlueter.
“The fuck?” Toth leaned in close as Brett’s driver’s license photo popped up. “He was killed last night. I saw the body. You know that.”
Dare nodded. “We’re gonna need some help. We’ve got two names.”
Toth exhaled and dragged his hand down his face. “But we don’t havetime, for Christ’s sake.”
Dare was already on the phone. He hit the speaker button as the line rang.
“Yeah?” Cole said abruptly.
“I need to talk to Sophia.”
“Why?” Cole demanded.
“It’s urgent.”
Cole made an annoyed sound. “Make it quick, dude.” A beat passed. “Here, babe. Dare wants to talk to you.”
“Hello?” Sophia’s soft, curious voice came through the line.
Tension pulled at the muscles in Toth’s neck. If something didn’t give soon, he’d be done. He’d just fucking break. Odds of Savannah being alive, damn near an hour after she’d been kidnapped, were next to zero.
That realization hit him with the force of a baseball bat to his chest.
“We need your help,” Dare said into the phone, his gaze locked on Toth’s. “And it’s messy as fuck.”
No shit. In forty-eight hours, his life had been turned upside down. Just a few days ago, he’d struggled only with the memories of war that came to claim his dreams. He’d been focused on building his business, making money, and enjoying a little downtime with whatever hot piece of ass he wanted.
Now, holy fuck. Now, he had whiplash trying to remember who he’d been before he met Sav.
One thing was for damn sure: he wasn’t the same. And if he didn’t get her back, he’d never find out who he was meant to be...
Or who he’d been to her.
CHAPTER 25
Savannah greedily suckedin one breath after another. Fibers from the burlap bag entered her nose and tickled her throat. She had to stay calm. Breathing as heavily as she was would only deplete the oxygen in the confined trunk. Her heart beat in triple time, the pounding sharp against her ribcage.
She was still alive—that was a plus, right?
The car had shifted from a stop-and-go pattern to a smooth, uninterrupted ride.
He was taking her out of town.
The realization crashed around her, making her choke on a gasp. He was taking her to the woods to kill her. That was the only explanation. The car went around a bend, causing her to roll onto her side.