Page 89 of The Spy Ring

He was angry that Emma got through and was now taking it out on me.

“Evaleen called. Said Emma took David.”

“Fuck.” Tenn ran his fingers through his thick blond hair. “I know. She’s still somewhere in there.”

He pointed to the building.

“Where’s Tiffany?”

Tenn pointed across the street to a coffee shop. I nodded and ran over in no time thanks to the government and police cars blocking the road.

When I opened the door, a bell sounded and everyone in the place looked my way. I only cared about the pair of caramel-colored eyes that held mine.

When I got to her, I fell to my knees. “What happened?”

She covered her face and I knew she was crying. The kind of sob that wracks a body so no sound can escape.

“She was seated at the wedding. In the back. No one noticed her,” Edgar said from the other side of the table.

“They haven’t left the building, Tiffany. Your boy is still in there. You have to tell me everything you remember from the moment you walked into that building until the moment she took him.” I got up, taking the seat next to Tiffany.

The small, rectangular table wobbled as I leaned in. Edgar pushed a paper cup filled with black coffee toward me, but I waved it off. I had plenty of adrenaline to keep me going.

Tiffany started to tell me how she showed up early because David was excited to be the groomsman. She didn’t notice anything unusual. The flowers were still being put in place when the first guests arrived. She recognized most of the people from the rehearsal dinner, except for one.

“Who didn’t you recognize?” I asked.

“Grace’s date. She mentioned she had a date a few weeks ago, but I didn’t expect her to bring him to the wedding.”

She went on to describe him and I made a mental note to tell Tenn to ask the guy questions.

“I think his name is Will,” she said.

“Okay. Were there any items there that looked unusual? Even small things stuck to something. Specifically, small black plastic or metal objects that look like they fell off something or didn’t belong.”

I wondered if Emma or someone she hired had planted any devices that we might be able to get information from.

Tiffany creased her brow and started to shake her head. “No, I don’t think . . . wait.” Her eyes widened and she turned to me. “David was fiddling around with something small and black. He said he found it in our apartment though. He thought it fell off a blender I threw away.”

“That wouldn’t help,” I said before the realization smacked me sideways and I had to smile. “No, that does help. I have to go.”

I got up but turned before I opened the door. “Tiffany, I promise I will find your son and he will be safe.”

She wasn’t convinced and I didn’t blame her. It’s not like I proved to her with my past actions that I’m a trustworthy guy. But with this information, I think I could help get him back. I just hope nothing had happened to David since he was taken.

I ran out of the shop and up to Tenn. He was standing over the front of a car looking at the architectural layout of the building.

“I think I may be able to listen in on Emma,” I said slightly out of breath.

He looked up and frowned. “How? We don’t even know where she is in there.”

I got out my cell and tapped it a few times. I took a deep breath before lifting the phone to my ear. There was silence.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I shook my head realizing I had made a mistake. Just as I was about to lower my phone, I heard it. Faint, but it was there. Sounds of people talking.

Holding the phone out, I handed it to Tenn. He took it and listened. His uncertain eyes began to widen with the realization I had figured out just minutes ago.

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