Page 76 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
Andrew eased onto the street and headed for September’s rental.
“Connecting you to the call. Deidre, Alan, Adam, and Liam Dermot are already on.”
Why so many?
“This is Alan. Are you driving?”
“Yes.”
“Pull over.”
Andrew pulled into an empty elementary-school parking lot. “I’m parked. What’s wrong?”
“Jordan is missing.” Deidre’s voice exuded a practiced calm.
“Do you know where Rod is?”
“What?” asked several voices.
“Hannah, the deaf girl in the video, identified Rod as the shooter. She just reported it to the police.” If slamming his head on the steering wheel would help, he would do it. If only he’d gone with his gut and texted Deidre.
“How long have you known this?” asked Adam.
“About an hour. I told Hannah I’d stay with her while she talked to the police. I knew Jordan was on set, so I didn’t call.”
When no one said anything, Andrew’s frustration mounted.
Deidre’s voice came over the phone. “My team talked with Stu and Paul, who are back at the hotel. Rod had the afternoon off. And Kittie must be involved. She came in with some wardrobe items and told Jordan Paul wanted to film up at the mansion. Paul says he has no intention of shooting tonight.”
“Do you think they are going to the mansion?” Andrew checked the system for Jordan’s phone. “Last known location was on the highway heading to the mansion fifteen minutes ago.”
“The team is already heading there.” Deidre’s voice remained calm.
It took all his willpower to not yell at Deidre for letting Jordan out of her sight.
Andrew started his car. “I’m en route too.”
“Andrew, you are to go back to the house.” Adam’s voice held as much authority as their father’s.
“No. If I had told Alan this couldn’t wait, Deidre would have known Jordan wasn’t safe on the set.”
“I’ve contacted the police.” It took Andrew a moment to place the voice as Liam’s. “The mansion is outside their jurisdiction, and they are transferring me to the sheriff. Do you know what vehicle they might be in?”
Deidre rattled off the information. Andrew checked his GPS and pulled out of the parking lot.
“Andrew.” Adam’s stern voice echoed throughout the car. “At least wait for backup before you go rushing in.”
“I will unless I can’t.”
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Jordan didn’t drink more of the water, fearing they might have drugged it. Rod tossed her phone out the window, and Kittie pulled out a set of zip ties. “We can tie you up, or you can play nice. Either way, I will blindfold you now.”
The zip ties were probably not the ones from props guaranteed to brake if she brought her hands down fast and hit her thigh. “I’ll cooperate.”
Jordan prayed as Kitty tied a familiar blue scarf around Jordan’s eyes.
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