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But that wasn’t important.

Nothing in that moment was more important than finding Katie and dealing with whichever scumbag had taken her.

‘Okay, this is the place,’ Kane said. ‘What do you think? Storm in? Stealth?’

Cage took a moment to observe the building.

Yes, time was of the essence. But on the other hand, now they were here they needed to make a clear-headed assessment. There was no point having gone to the effort of finding out the location only to blow it all by making the wrong move.

It was an old, grimy looking building.

The front door to the side looked like it was about to fall off.

The wooden windows looked chipped, like they were deep into the process of rotting away. The drapes were dirty and mangled, barely hanging on to the rail.

Cage shuddered at the thought of Katie being held captive in there. It was no way for his Little to live. And if Cage had anything to do with it, today would be the last time that Katie ever had to see this damned hell hole.

‘That garage door,’ Cage said. ‘A million bucks and a whole load of police experience tells me that we can jimmy that open quick and easy.’

Kane nodded.

‘Concur totally,’ Kane said, his muscular arms flexing as they poked out from outside of his trademarked brilliant-white t-shirt. ‘Let’s do this thing.’

Cage was about to open the garage door when he heard a slight noise from inside.

‘There’s someone in the garage,’ Cage whispered. ‘Sounds like there could be two people in there. Change of plan. Follow my lead.’

Cage decided that a surprise entrance was a bad idea.

He had no idea of what was going on inside, so couldn’t take the chance on a sudden entrance. Cage didn’t know who he was dealing with, or what they were capable of.

It just wasn’t worth risking any unnecessary harm to his beloved Katie.

Cage took a deep breath and knocked on the small door to the side of the main garage door.

‘It’s the police,’ Cage said, his voice loud and authoritative.

Kane and Cage exchanged glances as they waited for a response. Any kind of response. There was definitely someone in there, so the fact they weren’t answering wasn’t likely to be good news.

‘Repeat. This is the police. Open the door right now,’ Cage said, his voice louder, more intimidating. ‘I will not ask again.’

Still no response.

Cage could hear some rummaging around going on inside.

Whoever was in there could definitely hear him.

The time for talking was over.

It was time for action.

After counting to three, both Cage and Kane smashed down the smaller door. It was old, rotten, just like the rest of the building. It caved easily.

Cage’s eyes were immediately drawn across the small, damp room.

‘Katie!’

‘Cage!’ Katie cried, her voice full of fear.

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