Page 86 of Secret Crush

As he paced, John cleared his head. Hot heads caused trouble, and that was the last thing Alice needed. "Then get me everything you have."

The security guard nodded. "Immediately."

John shook his head. Rafe told him, "We'll find her. Hurting her is meant to hurt you. We should still have time."

He puffed his chest out and accepted that fear had clouded his judgment. Now it was time to study the information and find her as fast as they were able. "The case I worked has never been about someone I care for before."

"Let me handle the police work."

John thought Rafe would have been a decent partner back in the FBI. That life was over now, as long as he found Alice, alive.

A moment later he had an APB out for the black Chrysler sedan with license plate X23NK9. Rafe turned back to John. "We're doing everything we can."

With a curt nod, there was no more argument. "I want to go to my brother's house and watch the video."

"Okay, but I'll have to take it once we're done there."

The police needed the evidence to arrest Smith. Video was enough to convict, usually, as it makes denial an impossible defense. The car ride to Castle Morgan went fast and John barged in the front door without knocking.

Victoria came rushing downstairs in high heels and a sundress. If his sister was alive, then miracles were possible. He needed another one.

He walked straight past her and toward the main security hub. "John, what's going on?"

"No time, Vicki."

Her heels clanked on the marble floors as she chased him. "Is it Alice? I want to help."

If he had time, he'd catch her up. Right now every second mattered. "We're here for the video."

Security stood up as they all rushed into the room. John walked right to the computer and hit the button to bring up the timestamp at his house.

His sister tugged on his chair. "What video?"

Rafe took her hand in his and told her, "Alice has been kidnapped."

Vicki jumped back and her eyes widened. "What? I'm getting Peter. We're helping."

With the click-clack of her heels, she threw open the door and charged down the hall. John found the car and watched how Smith threw Alice into his car like a rag doll.

His fists clenched. He'd kill him, the second he saw him.

Vicki must have thrown open the master bedroom on the first floor because a woman screamed. Time froze. John gulped as recognition dawned. He had heard that scream before. He left Rafe with security and followed in Vicki's footsteps.

A moment later, he planted his feet apart and pushed up his sleeves as he stared at the brunette. With a clenched jaw, he turned his gaze to Peter who threw on a t-shirt. "Frank Hudson's daughter?"

Peter tilted his head and stared hard at his brother and sister. The cluelessness in his expression told John he was innocent. Peter rolled his shirt down to cover his underwear. "Yes, John, she's Serena. We met her…."

John turned his attention back to the brunette as she stood with her arms crossed beneath her bra. Serena held her head high, challenging him. "You were there when I arrested your father."

Her jaw clenched and her words held her arrogance. "I'm surprised you noticed."

Pressing his lips together, his gut told him this girl knew exactly what happened to Alice and how to get her back. "Why are you here?"

Serena raised her eyebrows and didn't move. "Excuse me. What?"

Vicki tugged on his arm as she stood next to him. "She's clearly just had sex with Peter."

Everyone would understand in a moment. With his shoulders back, John stepped into the room. "Why Peter? Why Miami? Why now? You sent the threats."

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