Greyson (The K9 Files) - Dale Mayer Page 0,37

and finally brought up the email and handed it to him.

He grinned and said, “Okay, that’s great.” He wrote down the number. “Let’s see how we can track him. What about a vehicle?”

“Last I knew he drove a Mercedes,” she said, “a small sports convertible.” She frowned, thinking about it, and shrugged. “I don’t know what the model is or his license plate number.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “The DMV will give us something.”

She sat back just as Danny started to wiggle. Kona whimpered again. She held Danny close and whispered, “Mommy’s got you,” she said. “Mommy’s got you.” He shifted, whimpered a little bit, and she continued rocking him back to sleep. “I need to get his head checked out,” she told the cop.

“The ambulance should be here any minute now,” the cop said.

“I could have driven to the hospital myself,” she said. “It would have been much faster.”

“Maybe,” he said, “but we have to follow certain protocols.”

None of that made any sense to her. “It would be much easier and faster if I had just driven straight there.”

“Indulge me,” he said.

Kona growled at his tone.

“Okay, girl,” Jessica said, patting the dog. And she sank back and just held her son close. Of all the things that she was damn grateful for right now, besides this wonderful guard dog, Kona, was the fact that Greyson had found Danny. She didn’t know how, but she suspected that a whole lot of other people had stepped up to help Greyson than he could ever really clarify, but she was so damn grateful regardless. Her instincts had said she could trust him, and this just proved that not only was he a man to trust, but he was also a man who got things done. Now, if only he could find the asshole who had kidnapped her son in the first place.

Greyson did a quick sweep through the front offices of this chemical building, even as the woman at the reception desk protested. He shot her a hard look and said, “The cops are on their way. We’re looking for the kidnapper of a toddler. We’ve just rescued the child outside your loading bay.”

She immediately shut up, reaching for the phone.

“Good, call security,” he said. “We need to know who has been here.” He pulled up his phone and the photo he had of the stalker. “Do you recognize this man?”

Bewildered, she looked at it, shook her head, and said, “It’s a really terrible photo.”

“Maybe, but look at it,” he urged. “Do you recognize him?”

She took a second look, frowned, and said, “Maybe, but not really.”

“What does that mean?” he snapped.

“He kind of looks like one of the guys who works on the loading dock, but not really.”

“What about it is not really?”

“Dennis, who works in the loading dock, has blond hair,” she said. “This guy’s hair looks darker.”

“Where is Dennis right now?”

She shrugged. “He’s always down in the warehouse.”

“How do I get there?”

She pointed to the elevators. “Drop down to the lower level, the first floor, and head out,” she said.

But he was already gone. When the elevators wouldn’t open in time, he took the stairs. He made it down one floor and the stairs stopped at the first floor. He quickly hopped onto the elevator from there and headed down into the lower levels. When the elevator opened, he found a massive area with a small hallway and a couple offices down the side. He took a quick look in the offices. They were empty, so then he headed out to the warehouse. Whoever had driven Jessica’s car was still here. At least Greyson hoped so. Surely the cops had blocked the exit at the front gate, so he had to be somewhere in this compound.

As he stepped out, another man called out, “Hey, who are you?”

He turned to face a man very similar looking to the one who he’d been chasing. “You Dennis?”

“Sure am,” he said with a frown on his face.

“I think your brother is looking for you.”

Immediately a weary look came across his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Your brother,” Greyson said. “He arrived here in a stolen vehicle after kidnapping an toddler,” Greyson snapped in a hard voice. “We’ve recovered the child and the vehicle, but your brother is here, right now, trying to escape the authorities.”

Dennis looked stunned. His jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”

“He’s been stalking the child’s mother for days, possibly weeks to months. Hard to know when this started. Early this morning he assaulted