Page 63 of Tone Deaf

“I do. But I know Rick and he’s not one to fuck around.”

“I don’t care. Tell me where this place is at.”

Silence.

“Dom?” Click. I get dead air. “Son of a bitch.” He hung up on me.

“Pen,” Fig announces from the doorway. “Tobias and Dean are on the line.”

“Pen,” I hear Tobias’s voice.

“Dom knows where Callum is and who took him.”

“Who?” That’s Dean.

“His ex-partner from the U.S Marshals,” I explain. “I pulled up surveillance, and got a still image. And Dom’s going after them on his own.”

“Shit,” Tobias hisses. “Did he tell you where?”

“No,” I grate out.

“Send that image to Levi,” Dean says. “I have someone on the inside of the marshal’s office that has pull.”

“On it.” I quickly copy the image and send it to Dean’s tech guy.

“One more thing. I sent Joel and his group out to scout around the area again,” Fig says.

“I’ll call Joel for the details,” Dean says, then adds, “I’ll have Levi track Dom’s phone. Once he’s down on the ground, we’ll find him.

“In the meantime, pack up and then wait for the word,” Tobias says, his tone unbending.

“Alright,” I convey before hanging up.

I cover my face with both hands, hoping our efforts will be enough. I suck in a deep breath, trying to ward off the tsunami of emotions battering my chest. Callum is out there in the hands of a killer, and Dom is being a dumbass and going after that asshole alone, while I’m here utterly useless.

In an effort to do at leastsomethinguseful, I scroll back through the security camera footage to last night, when Dom and I fucked on the sofa. I pause it when I see Callum standing there, stroking himself off as he watches us. I want to cry.

I’d felt so hopeful last night—like Dom and I were reconnecting… like if we could work through things, I could have both of my men. Now, it’s just a reminder of how one-sided our relationship is. Deciding I have enough shit on my plate today, I delete every second of the video from last night with Dom and me in it and then log out and close the laptop.

If Tobias has already seen me getting railed by Dom, so be it. If he hasn’t, then it will save a lot of explaining about something that no longer matters.

My head is drowning in information and emotions, and I don’t know what to do. Add to that this hurry up and wait scenario—I’m getting righteously pissed off.

“What did you find?” Fig’s words penetrate my acerbic thoughts.

I look up and see Fig talking with Joel. “We found what appear to be ATV tracks leading toward the rear of the property. I know there’s a dirt access path heading out to the main road about a mile and a half northwest of here.”

“Are you sure Callum was on the ATV?” I ask, needing that confirmation. “What if they left the vehicle and went on foot?”

“No.” Joel shakes his head. “From the fresh, deep tread marks, it’s looks like the four-by-four had some weight on the back end. We trailed it about half way until we took out the drone and saw the abandoned ATV on the side of the road. The drone video was clear enough to see tread marks on the road. Pete thinks they got into a van. And…” Joel hesitates. “Some of the tread marks were distorted by two parallel drag marks—like the heels of shoes.”

“God damn it! Are you sure?”

“Pete’s one of the best damn trackers we have, aside from me,” Fig conveys with a smirk. “I trust his word.”

“How long do you think they’ve been gone?” I ask.

“No more than twenty minutes—thirty tops,” Joel says. “Why?”