Greyson (The K9 Files) - Dale Mayer Page 0,35

Danny in danger,” he said.

She just stared at him—at a loss for words—and sank back into the seat.

“I know this is tough,” he said. “I get that, but you need to trust me now.”

She nodded slowly. “I’m working on it. That’s my car for sure, but what the hell are we supposed to do now?”

Up ahead were cop cars with their sirens blaring. The Pontiac quickly dodged lanes and took a left. Greyson was right on his tail and took a left too.

“Hey, Stone. I’m gonna need another route, or he’ll think I’m following him.”

“He probably already thinks that.”

As the Pontiac took a quick right, Greyson passed it and took the next right. “Where’d he go?”

“He’s still running parallel to you, so keep going,” Stone said. “You’re a block apart and both of you are heading in the same direction.”

Greyson picked up speed. “Where will this take us?” He looked over at Jessica.

She shook her head. “I have no idea. I don’t know this area at all.”

“You’re in an industrial area,” Stone said. “All kinds of places for him to hide. If you can make a block over, I need you to do that quick, somewhere in the next block.”

Just like that, Greyson pulled over and took a hard right, then drove down and took a fast left. “Now where?”

“He just took a left,” Stone said, “and not this block. On the next block, three-quarters of the way through, there should be a parking lot or underground parking or something. It’s really hard for us to see.”

Greyson pulled up slowly and took a driveway. “It’s a chemical plant,” he said. “Looks like the headquarters or front offices for a chemical plant.”

“No sign of the vehicle at this point,” Stone said. “Maybe get out with Kona.”

“Got it. I’ll keep you in the loop.” With that, he pulled into the first parking lot, hopped out with Kona, and asked Jessica, “You coming with me?”

She was already out, saying, “Absolutely.”

They walked quickly down past the vehicles they had already driven past, looking for anywhere her vehicle could have been hidden. Up past the front entrance were several other vehicles. He looked at them and shook his head, but he saw a loading bay off to the side.

He ran over to the side, and, sure enough, a small car was parked down below. With Kona at his side, he raced to it. Running to the front passenger seat window, he looked inside to see a bundle of blankets. Quickly he jerked open the door and checked. There was Danny.

He quickly scooped the baby up in his arms, and, turning, he passed him over to Jessica, just as she got there. She immediately cried out, grabbing the child, holding him close.

He put in a call to Stone. “We’ve got the boy,” he said, “but we need a lockdown on this area so we can find the kidnapper.”

“Cops are on their way,” he said.

“They haven’t been much help so far,” Greyson said in a hard voice. “And they’ve been chumped by the same guy twice now.”

“Give them a chance,” Stone said. “If you need some extra men, just let us know. We’ve probably got somebody nearby we can pull in.”

“I might need to,” he said. “Can you fill Badger in? I’ll put Jessica and the baby safely into my truck and leave Kona to watch them. Then I’ll be hunting.”

Chapter 8

She sat in the truck with one cop beside her, hoping to get an explanation. She kept trying, but the words came out jumbled; then she would squeeze her son tight and burst into tears again. Kona sat near her and Danny, whining.

Finally the cop said, “Just relax. Relax,” he said. “You’ve got your son back.”

“I got my son back,” she said, “but no thanks to you guys. Somebody was standing guard, and he left,” she said. “This stalker-turned-kidnapper guy must have known somehow. He must have seen that they left.”

“Well, we are dealing with a staffing shortage,” he said apologetically.

She shook her head and rocked back and forth. “That’s no excuse, considering all the problems I’ve already had due to this one guy,” she said.

“But your ex-husband got the baby back,” he said.

“He’s not my—”

“So that’s the main thing. But I sure as hell wish he hadn’t gone off on a vigilante justice mission, looking for the guy.”

“Of course he did,” she said. “He knows perfectly well that if he doesn’t—”

“We can’t have him off pretending like he’s law enforcement.”

She glared at him, and the