Page 6 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 2

“So what are you doing? I don’t see anyone lying on a couch pouring their heart out to you right now.”

I almost responded in a knee-jerk reaction, but chose to let it go.

“I’m trying to get your sister back.”

“How exactly? Is there some sorta magic in that pen?”

“No,” I said, trying to ignore her snark. I knew she was worried too. “I’m just writing out of list of ideas that could help find her.”

“So basically we’re not doing anything? My sister is missing and we’re all just sitting around waiting for some magical bomb to drop and tell us where she’s at?”

“Michelle, I know you are scared and probably feeling a bit confined indoors right now, but I assure you Westin Force has the greatest resources on the planet and we are doing everything in our power to find Tilly,” Taylor said.

“We found and rescued you, didn’t we? We’ll find her too,” Grant assured her.

Chelle crossed her arms over her chest. “You bought me like chattel, remember? Or should I bow at your feet and thank you.”

“Technically, I bought you. They just found you,” I reminded her.

She growled and stomped down the hall, slamming the door behind her.

“Why did you provoke her like that?” Grant asked.

“She needed some time to cool off. I provoked her just enough to send her into the isolation of her room to do that.”

“Maybe not your best route, but it was effective,” T said.

I knew she was going to press me to tell her what I was doing, but before she had a chance, the phone rang.

“I’ve got it,” Grant announced. “Hello?. . .okay. . . Got it boss.”

He hung up the phone.

“Silas and Painter are on their way up.”

I tried to ignore them as I jotted down every person I could think of that I had helped along the way or that owed me a favor and a quick note about what they did or how they could help.

One page quickly turned into two and then three. Suddenly I was over ten pages long before Silas knocked on the door.

Taylor went to let them in and I discreetly closed my notepad and waited to hear what they came to say.

“How are you holding up, Lachlan?” the large gorilla shifter, leader of Bravo team, asked me.

“I’m okay. Do you have any news to report?”

I knew I sounded a bit desperate, but I couldn’t help it. I knew how helpless and confined Chelle was feeling because I was feeling it too.

“Archie said you sent him over a voice recording of the people who kidnapped your family.”

“I did. He hasn’t gotten back to me on it yet.”

“I know. He called me first.”

“Why?”

“He was able to decipher one of the voices on the file. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Who was it?”

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