Page 65 of His Pretty Little Lies
"Holy crap." I take the bag from her. She grabs another out of the bottom desk drawer, unzipping it. Inside is a stack of cash. I pull my phone back out to take a picture before I steal one of the small bags out of the bigger one. I don't want to tip Jim off that we're on to him. We need to put everything back exactly as we found it.
"Can I help you ladies with something?" My stomach drops. I slowly turn to see Mr. McIntyre standing there, a gun pointed at both of us.
Shit. I’m not sure who is in more trouble at this point, us or Mr. Jim McIntyre. Little does he know he just signed his own death warrant.
Chapter Thirty-One
JAX
The second I hit the locker room, I’m pulling out my phone to text my girl. I see a message from her already. I click it.
“The fucking media teacher?” I grit out. Damon glances down at my phone, reading the text from Kinsley about the information she’d gotten from Alice.
“Isn’t Kins in the media room?” Damon asks. I’m already grabbing my shit, not bothering to change. “I’m sure she’s fine.” I shake my head. She’s not fine until I have eyes on her. I’m already checking her location, and it says she’s still there.
I jog toward the classroom. Damon is with me. When we get there, the door is shut and locked. I can see in through the glass; the lights are off. I pop the lock, flipping on the lights.
“It says she’s here.” I glance around, not seeing any sign of her until I get around the teacher's desk to see her phone on the ground along with a small bag. My whole world tilts on its axis as I snatch both up from the floor. “I’ll kill him.”
Damon already has the phone to his ear. “I’m calling Mac.” I nod while I call my dad. There is no way she left her phone here. I take a deep breath, trying to get all the emotions that are rushing through me under control so that I can think straight.Anger is not going to help Kinsley right now. There will be time to have those emotions later. I need to keep a level head.
“He took her. Jim fucking McIntyre took Kinsley,” I tell my father the second he answers the call. So much for containing my emotions.
“Mac is pulling up surveillance,” Damon says.
“Stay calm,” Dad tells me.
“Don’t tell me to stay fucking calm,” I snap back at him.
“Get your ass to you guys’ warehouse. We’ll meet you there.”
“I’m not going to the warehouse. I want him tracked now.”
“I hear you, but just head in that direction.”
“Dad, I?—”
“Trust me, Jax.”
“Okay,” I say, knowing he would never steer me wrong. I don’t know what the fuck we’ll do to find Kinsley.
“Come on.” Damon grabs my arm. We both take off on a dead run to my car. I keep the speakerphone on; my line is still connected with my father. It doesn’t take us long to make it to the warehouse.
“What do you have?” I ask Mac when we enter.
“Footage.” She points up to one of her monitors but doesn’t take her eyes off the one right in front of her. Mac's fingers are still flying across the keyboard.
When I catch sight of Kinsley, my chest tightens, almost painfully. I watch, barely able to breathe, as she steps out into the back parking lot, Blair right behind her, and then Jim, a dead man walking.
I don’t miss his hand inside his coat pocket. A coat that’s too heavy for this time of year. I know he’s got a gun. Damon comes to stand beside me to watch. Blair opens the back door to a white SUV, and Kinsley gets in.
Jim shuts the door, saying something to Blair, who nods, going around the SUV and getting into the passenger seat.
“Is she a part of this?” I hiss out through clenched teeth.
“Fuck me,” Damon mutters, shaking his head. He told me she was good, but I can’t blame him. I thought she was, too. I watch as they pull out through the gates of the school.
Mac has already tracked to the next set of cameras; she’s able to follow for a few miles before he pulls into a packed five-story garage.
