Page 88 of Dangerous Devotion

His head whirled so fast, he could barely fix his stare on one spot. Which ended up being the concerned faces of his teammates, Cobra and Mason, mirroring the expression on his own.

Disbelief.

“Con’s out of pocket. Not answering. We have to form a plan.”

He couldn’t fail. But hadn’t he already failed? He had been too slow, too calculated and distracted by things that had nothing to do with the bomb itself—like May.

Because of his lack of action, May was gone—taken. And the major general with her.

The man must have kidnapped her.

Cobra gripped him by the shoulder, tough fingers biting into the muscle. The pain centered him, and Henner clung to it.

The buzz of the phone in Cobra’s hand made his heart drum faster. He snatched it out of his teammate’s grasp and mashed it to his ear.

“Con. She’s gone. The bomb too.”

“Jesus Christ. Tell me what happened.”

His words were a death knell in his own ears as he relayed the information to his CO.

“Focus, Chickie. You’re going to get May back.” Con’s voice was a lifeline, but not even that lessened the pounding fear inside Henner. The longer she was gone, the lower their chances of getting her back. Statistics said that after twenty-four hours, the likelihood of recovering a missing person was fifty percent.

It hadn’t been anywhere close to a full day—or even a full hour—but every grain of sand running through that hourglass felt like a boulder.

“Chickie.” Con’s bark in his ear brought him back to reality.

Along with that came a rush of knowing. He’d momentarily forgotten what he did while May was in the shower.

“I can ping her phone. She refused to wear a device, so I added a tracker through her phone.”

“I’ll do it. Sit tight. I’m finding her now,” Con said.

They might not find May, just her phone. First thing, Simpson probably took her phone for this exact reason. He breathed through the panic clawing through his chest. A sensation he never felt on this level before. The clock ticked in the marrow of his very bones.

“Tell me you have something, Con.”

“Pinging her phone now.”

Silence stretched. Henner forced himself to remain still, his legs braced even though every nerve in his body screamed at him to move.

“We have a radius. I’m shooting it to you now.”

His phone vibrated with the incoming intel. With a shaky finger, he swiped the app open. A red circle marked where May’s phone had last been.

“It isn’t in the hangar.”

His hopes rose…then plummeted.

“But it could have been thrown somewhere else or dropped.”

“We can’t reach Kit today. Sophie’s taking her place for now. She just pinned down the location on this end. There’s a public storage facility in that radius.”

In the background, he heard the sharp cry of a female as Sophie obviously uncovered more information.

Con fed it to him in a low, urgent tone. “She found payments to the facility in Simpson’s financials.”

“Got it. I’ll call when it’s over, Con.” Henner’s stare fixed on Cobra. “She has to be there!”

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