Page 84 of Loving Taylor

"How long?" I asked, my mind already jumping to the next action I needed to perform.

"A day," he answered. It was already too long.

"I just found out from Jordan," he added.

"I'll call you back," I told him, trying to ignore the fear I felt. I disconnected the call, not giving him a chance to say another word. I searched through my contacts on my phone and dialed a number.

"Yeah," Jeff answered.

"You still tailing the guy I asked you to?" I asked urgently as I ran a hand through my hair.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Does he have a girl with him?" I asked, and I held my breath.

"No," he said and I felt my world begin to disintegrate around me.

Caleb didn't have Taylor; he wasn't the stalker. I'd put my guy on the wrong guy.

Fuck!

"You need me to find someone for you?" Jeff asked on the other side of the call.

"Yes," I answered, hoping that it wasn't going to be too late. I gave him Taylor's name. He was good—he wouldn't need any more details than that to be able to gather the information he needed.

"How long has she been gone?" he asked.

"A day," I answered.

I heard him sigh on the other side of the phone. Twenty-four hours was too long already.

"You know the odds are she is dead already," he said aloud, which is what I was already thinking.

"I don't fucking care, I want you to find her!" I yelled, not wanting to believe for a second that she might not be alive.

"Sure, boss, I'll find her," he assured me before disconnecting the call.

I began to pace. My shock and fear turned to anger. I called Slater back.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to find out.

I didn't understand how she could be gone with a bodyguard glued to her side. How on earth had the guy gotten to her with Matthew around? He was the best that money could buy—I'd checked. It had been the only reason I hadn't hired a bodyguard myself.

"She was with Matthew," he began to explain. "He was driving them to the movies."

I held my breath.

"A car hit them from behind and knocked Matthew out. By the time the ambulances arrived, he was conscious but Taylor was gone, as well as the car that hit them," he finished explaining.

It was unbelievable that the guy had gone to those lengths to get her. I didn't want to think about what he would do to her if he was capable of that.

"Was she hurt?" I asked, feeling the fear clog my throat.

"We don't know," he replied. "Her blood wasn't in the car, but that doesn't mean there weren't any internal injuries."

I began to pace again, not knowing what to do next. She could be seriously injured and in the hands of some crazed stalker.

"I'm on my way back," I informed Slater. I had to get back.