Page 68 of Final Vendetta

“I’ve got the driveway camera,” Henry stated. “Sending it now.”

I clicked on the link he sent from the camera on the exterior of the garage and saw a nondescript van reversing up to the garage door, stopping in a spot where he could have tossed Imogene into the back without the camera picking up on it.

As if he knew exactly where the blind spots were.

“Can you run the plate?” I asked frantically.

“Thereisno plate. He must have taken it off for this very reason.”

I clenched my fists in frustration as I watched the same man jump out of the van and head into the back yard. After about five or so minutes, the man reappeared, climbed in behind the wheel, and drove away.

“Goddammit!” I shouted, desperation bubbling inside of me once more. I may not have seen him take Imogene, but the fact that she was last seen walking into a garage before disappearing didn’t ease my mind.

“It’s okay,” Henry remarked. “We’ll find her.”

“How are we going to find her without a fucking license plate? How?—”

“Oh ye of little faith. This guy may have known about all the cameras on Imogene’s townhouse. But he didn’t know about the one I had installed at the apartment complex across the street.”

I heard the unmistakable sound of his fingers flying over the keyboard once more. Within seconds, there was another video, this one with a direct view of Imogene’s townhouse.

Including the driveway.

While it wasn’t possible to get a clear view of what he was doing in the garage, it was obvious he dragged a body into the van. More importantly, the front license plate was in clear view.

“I’m texting you an address right now,” he stated, then hesitated. “Unless you’d rather I call the police.”

“I’m handling this myself,” I said through gritted teeth. “There’s too much at stake.”

“I’ll be on the next flight out. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid before I get there.”

“I can’t make any promises,” I answered darkly. “Not when it comes to her.”

Chapter Thirty

Imogene

I woke to darkness.

My head throbbed, my limbs heavy, as if weighed down by lead. My mouth was dry and parched, begging for even a drop of water. The air was stagnant, carrying the faint metallic tang of...what? Blood? Rust?

I blinked several times, trying to force my eyes to adjust to the black void around me.

Where am I?

My thoughts swirled, but all I could grasp were fragmented memories. Being at the townhouse. Packing. Taking out the garbage. Hearing a sound in the garage. Going inside to investigate and not finding anything.

Then the footsteps.

The arms around me.

The blinding pain in my head.

And then nothing.

What happened?

Did Liam find me? Was he the one who took me?

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