Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,67

my car, too,” Kraft stated. “Sweets is with me. The two of you head to their condo. We’ll go to her parents’ house.” Kraft grabbed Jason’s arm. “Address?”

Jason handed his phone to Kraft. “It’s the last address in my GPS.”

Kraft tapped on the phone several times and handed it back before jogging toward his car.

Jason climbed into the passenger side of Tank’s SUV and buckled his seatbelt on autopilot. Thank God the other guys jumped into action. They were all former military after all. Action was their specialty. Jason was numb. Not thinking straight. He needed to pull his head out of his ass and focus.

“Talk to me,” Tank said. “Is there anyone who would want to harm Libby?”

Jason ran a hand over his head. The only man he knew who had ever fucked with her was Eddie, but Jesus, would the man kidnap her?

Tank was one step ahead of him. “What about this Eddie guy who’s been sending her flowers and shit?”

Jason nodded. “That’s where we have to start.”

Tank drove as fast as possible without causing them to get pulled over. He jerked the wheel to turn onto the last street hard enough for Jason to grab the door.

Jason was out of the SUV and jogging toward Christa as she got out of her car. She had her arms wrapped around her middle and she was crying.

Tank reached her first and set a hand on her back, so Jason turned and rushed toward the condo. The door was standing open, and Jason pushed it the rest of the way. He stopped breathing as he took in exactly what Christa had described. Coffee everywhere. Shattered ceramic, too. Nothing else was out of the ordinary.

Tank came up behind Jason and looked inside. “No sign of a struggle. I don’t think they ever came past the foyer.”

Jason ran a hand down his face. “I agree. Fuck.” He turned toward Christa. “Call the police. Wait for them. Tell them what you know. Unless you have any other ideas of people who might want to harm her, I suspect Eddie. We’re going to head to his house now.”

Christa nodded, tears still streaming down her face. “I think she has his address in her phone.” She hurried past them and gingerly stepped through the coffee before racing across the room and returning with Libby’s phone.

Jason opened it and found Eddie’s address under his contact information. He gave it to Tank and then handed the phone back to Christa. “Just in case the cops need it. Or if Libby calls. Jesus. If she calls…”

“I’ll call you as fast as I can,” Christa assured him. “Go.” She was already dialing 911 as Jason and Tank rushed back to the SUV.

Tank drove even faster this time while Jason called Kraft to let him know where they were heading. Kraft was at Libby’s parents’ house, but neither of her parents had heard from Libby since yesterday when Libby and Jason had visited. Ricardo and Maria were distraught according to Kraft, but Jason didn’t have time to deal with them right now.

“Tell them to stay there in case Libby shows up. Christa called the police. Meet us at the address I’m going to text you.” He ended the call and grabbed the door again as Tank rounded another corner.

“Glock 9. Glove compartment and another under the seat,” Tank informed him.

Jason grabbed both and handed one to Tank who shoved it in the back of his jeans without slowing the car down.

A few minutes later, Tank pulled the car up to a mansion. Libby had mentioned this place. She hadn’t exaggerated. What Jason didn’t understand was if Eddie lived here with his parents or not. Libby had seemed to think so, but Eddie was a grown man. No matter how rich daddy was, why would he still live with his parents?

As they jogged up the front steps, a feeling of dread crawled up Jason’s spine. He didn’t like the vibe he got from this place already.

Chapter 30

Libby groaned as she rolled onto her side. Her head was pounding, and she couldn’t remember why that might be the case. She hadn’t been drinking last night. She’d been with Jason. Jason…

She came fully awake, squinting into the room. Her heart rate picked up as she took in her surroundings. Where the hell am I? She gasped and tried to sit up as her memory returned. Something was keeping her from moving though. When she tugged on her arms, she realized they were tied