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We haven’t taken Jack out of the van yet, and he’s been in there for the past hour. You would think that he would give up at some point, but he’s relentless with his screaming and shouting. Not that it will do him any good, he’s a dead man either way, because nobody touches what’s mine.

We’ve been combing through every scrap of information we can find to track Raine down. Tony is currently off trying to access the security footage; it's critical that we trace his movements from when he left the hospital.

If we can piece together the timeline from where we found him, perhaps we’ll get lucky, at least, that’s what I hope.

It’s pointless to do, so I haven't bothered to question Jack regarding Raine’s whereabouts again; I suspect any response would be total bullshit and what good would it do me?

We also haven’t brought the police into the equation since discovering him and we have no intention of doing so. The last thing we need is their interference complicating our search.

To make matters worse, my father keeps calling my phone, he can really go fuck himself. I sent him a message to say I was unavailable, what more does he want? Under the circumstances, Raine’s location is the most important matter.

Countless times, I’ve found myself inches toward the van, my fists clenched and my heart racing with the urge to confront Jack. The overwhelming desire to unleash my fury battles with the realization that such recklessness won’t help. Each time I stop.

I must remain calm and collected because losing control won’t bring me any closer to finding her.

The fact that he has hidden her nearby weighs heavily; we can’t find a single clue as to her whereabouts, yet she’s likely right under our noses.

Mentally, I go through a checklist to narrow down Jack’s timeline. We captured him three hours after he abducted Raine, he needed to have had time to get to where she was and then to where we found him. We also discovered groceries in the trunk of his car, which means he had time to go shopping as well.

Realization clicks in my mind: the passports, was he getting passports and IDs because he was planning to leave the country? If that was the case, he would want to be close and ready to go. This leads me to consider two possibilities: the airport or the docks. The airport is a four-hour drive away, but the docks are just over an hour's drive.

“THE DOCKS.”

I rush out of the compound, heart racing and adrenaline pumping through my veins as I jump into the car, slamming it behind me. My hands tremble on the steering wheel as I start the engine. Desperately, I dial Tony's number, as my breath comes in quick gasps. Unable to control my emotions, I stumble over my words, trying my best to explain everything to him. I don’t know how much of it he can actually make sense of. But he must be able to understand some of it because he is bringing some men and heading to the docks to meet me there.

Hold on, Little Wasp, I’m coming for you!