Page 20 of Casey's Hero

The hotel clerk shook his head. “Not mine.”

Another ring reminded Jacob of Hawk’s phone in his other pocket. As he dug it out, he muttered. “If it’s Kalea, what do I tell her?”

“Nothing,” Casey said. “We’re going to get Hawk back.”

Jacob glanced at the caller ID on Hawk’s phone and breathed a sigh. “It’s his boss, Hank Patterson.” He slid his finger across the screen. “Hank, Jacob Fowler.”

“Rooster? That you?” Hank asked.

“Yes, sir,” Jacob said.

“Where’s Hawk?” Hank asked. “Is he getting ready for the big event?”

“No, sir.” Jacob’s gaze met Casey’s. “We have an issue. You might be able to help us.”

“Okay. Sounds serious. Give me a sitrep,” Hank commanded, all business now.

“Hawk is missing. We think he’s been kidnapped.”

“Damn,” Hank said. “And here I was calling to get directions to the wedding venue.” Hank paused. “Tell me everything you know so far. Have you called the police?”

Jacob shook his head, though Hank couldn’t see him. “Not yet.”

“As soon as you hang up with me, call them,” Hank said.

“Will do.”

“Now, give it to me,” Hank said and let Jacob tell him about leaving Hawk in his room and the men coming at three in the morning to cart him away.

“We can’t be certain they took Hawk in the laundry cart, but there weren’t any more videos of anyone leaving the hotel between the time we left him in his room and this morning when we discovered he was missing.”

“He’s been on the Big Island for the past couple of months. I don’t recall him being sideways with anyone over there. Does he have any enemies on Oahu that you know of?”

Jacob couldn’t think of anyone. Sadly, he didn’t know much about Hawk’s new life. “Not that I’m aware of. I’ve only been in town for a couple of days. The bachelor party was last night. He had hoped you would make it.”

“I couldn’t get a flight out soon enough. I’m in Honolulu now. Where do you want to meet?”

“Come to the hotel.” Jacob gave him the address. “I have an image of the back of the van that took him. I sent the license plate to Swede to look up.”

“Shoot that my way in a text,” Hank said. “Knowing Swede, he’ll have the owner's name, the address and the year he was born before I reach the hotel.”

“That’s the Swede I remember,” Jacob said, recalling the tall blond SEAL from when they’d worked together on some of his first missions.

“He’s the backbone of this organization. Brotherhood Protectors would be nothing without him,” Hank said. “He’s amazing with the computer and has some contacts in places you don’t want to know about.”

“Good. I’d heard he was top-notch at data mining,” Jacob said. “I’ll get the Honolulu police on it as well.”

“We can use all the help we can get,” Hank said. “I’ll touch bases with Swede while you get the police working on what they can do. I’ll be there in less than twenty minutes.”

“Will do,” Jacob said. “Out here.”

“Out here,” Hank echoed.

Jacob ended the call. “Hank Patterson’s on his way.”

“Hawk’s boss?” Casey asked.

Jacob nodded. “Hopefully, he can help.”

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