Dance With Me - By Hayden Braeburn Page 0,21
he should. He loved her, and that was final. He would threaten to spank her for thinking anything to the contrary. Tears streaming down her face, she turned to Alec. “Do anything you need to, just find him.”
“You know it,” Alec promised, turning to face the computer screen once more. He had to hand it to Kat, she wasn't in the throes of sobbing hysterics he had half expected. If there were more women in the world like her, he might stick with one for more than a month at a time. He mentally shrugged. Now was not the time to think on that. He had a banker to find. Or, a crazed heiress to find, rather.
~*~
Mason woke from a drug-induced sleep, his vision hazy. He was somewhere else. What the hell was Priscilla doing, and where the hell were they now? He rolled his neck. This time he was bound by wrist and ankle to a bed frame. He struggled a bit at his bonds. He couldn't see them, but he'd venture a guess they were duct tape again. Taking in his surroundings, he found himself in what appeared to be a cabin of some sort, stripped down to his undershirt and boxer briefs, trussed up like a sacrifice. This could not be good.
Priscilla nearly rubbed her hands together in anticipation. Mason was here. She chose to ignore that she'd had to drug him twice, and focused on having him alone and at her mercy. He'd be angry at first, she knew, but he would relent. She just had to remind him where he belonged, and who really loved him. The dancer didn't love him. No, the little whore needed his money, his name, his protection, but she didn't love him, not really. She ran her gaze down her barely clothed, perfect captive, a shiver running down her spine. No one could ever love him the way she loved him.
SIX
“Tyler PD offered little help. He has only been out of touch for a few hours, and we can't even prove he's missing,” Alec explained.
“You can't prove he's missing?” Kat jumped from her chair, her voice shrill. “Sean said his phone and keys were on his desk and his car was in the lot. How is that not missing?”
“He's an adult. We can only prove he arrived at work before eight and wasn't there at at eleven when Sean and Black arrived.”
“But it's after one now, Alec,” Kat protested. “Has anyone gone looking for Priscilla?”
“Sean and Black are on her trail. She wasn't at her home or office, but again, the police aren't willing to help because as far as they're concerned she's an upstanding citizen.”
“And I'm a drug trafficker,” Kat added, her tone flat.
“They seem to think so.”
She grabbed Alec's arm. “She's got him. Oh, God, she's got him.” She jerked away to resume pacing, her nervousness coming through her feet, even if she wasn't dancing. “I want to do something.” She turned to her stoic bodyguard. “Let me help. Please, give me something—anything—to do.”
He handed her his phone. “Text Ross Trent for me. Have him get Girard on Priscilla's phone GPS. See if we can track them that way.”
“Yessir.” It was only a text message, but it would help. “How have you been looking?” she asked before what seemed like a brilliant thought dawned on her. “She drives a Mercedes. Don't those have a chip or something to talk to a home office when there's an accident?”
He nodded. “That they do. Girard is working that angle now. I thought we might have better luck with the cell, but he'd have to backtrack the number.”
“I'd bet Mason's sister Cassidy has her number.”
“Call her after we talk to Ross.”
She keyed a quick message into Alec's boss. Evidently Girard was a genius, and she hoped that meant he would come up with something fast. The call to Cassidy wasn't helpful in the slightest, however. Cassidy was not in the office, her assistant refused to give Kat her cell number, and laughed when Kat relayed a message about Mason. So much for the easy way. Langston Girard had better be good.
~*~
Mason's head was pounding when he woke up yet again. He didn't know how many times he'd been drugged, but he tried to clear the cobwebs and contemplate his surroundings. He was in a cabin, likely in the mountains somewhere. That didn't help much, since the mountains started just outside of Aylesford and continued on through West Virginia and into Kentucky. They