Page 60 of Captive Lies

“Now,” his mother said. “No one will tell me how Blaire is.” She paused, as if she was having difficulty talking. “Is she okay? Was she injured? Where isshe?”

The look on Grant’s face said itall.

“Oh no,” she whispered and closed her eyes as if pained. “Where isshe?”

“Amelia,” his father said gently. “You must rest,sweetheart.”

“No.” There was steel in her voice. “Why isn’t she here,Grant?”

“She was taken, Mom,” Grant saidquietly.

She didn’t even ask by whom. His mother’s lips pressed together as if holding in a well of emotions and then held out her hand. “Oh,Grant…”

He went to her and clutched her hand in his. Her grip was strong. At that moment, she knew her son needed herstrength.

“You’ll find her,” shewhispered.

He gave a tight nod. “I’m not accepting any otheroutcome.”

* * *

Soon after leavinghis mother’s side, Grant left the hospital with Tyler and Jake. He left one of his men at the hospital just in case the Boston PD had additionalinformation.

“We’ve recovered the senator’s car,” Jake said, getting off the phone. “They’re bringing it into Lowell’s.” Lowell’s Forensics was an independent laboratory used by many federal and investigative agencies. “Are you sure about this, Mr.Thorne?”

“The Boston PD is going to drag their asses on this,” Grant said. “Didn’t they want to rule it as a tire blowout?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not wasting time convincing themotherwise.”

He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts and thumbed a number. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Kylie answered. “Grant, how’s your mom? I just heard thenews.”

“She’s out of danger but still inICU.”

“Do you know whathappened?”

“We’re trying to piece things together,” Grant said. “Listen, Kyls, I need you to do me afavor.”

“Anything,Grant.”

“Tyler is going to send you a video. I need you to try and get the number off a licenseplate.”

“Okaaaay?” Her voice washesitant.

“And I need you not to ask anyquestions.”

Silence.

“Are you in trouble?” she askedfinally.

“No questions, Kylie. Can you just trust me on this? The less you know, the better. I assure you. What you’re doing for me is notillegal.”

“But you’re going to use the information I give you to do somethingillegal.”

Grant sighed. “Honestly? I’m not sure at this point. So, are you going to helpme?”

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