Page 233 of Love Me Stalk Me

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"Where's Izzy?" I demand.

Daniel turns, startled.

"She—uh—she went to check the stock room for a size."

The stock room.

The closest stock room—the one the two guys we caught had been so fucking interested in.

No.

I shove past Daniel, running toward the back, my heartbeat pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. My mind keeps repeating a desperate mantra: Not her. Please, not her.

I burst into the stock room?—

And it's empty.

No.

I yank my phone back out, rewind the footage, eyes scanning frantically.

I see it.

Izzy, walking into the stock room.

A few seconds later?—

Two men follow her in.

She turns, confused. She says something I can't make out.

A bag over her head.

Her body jerks.

She fights. Kicking, thrashing?—

One of them brings an elbow down hard into her ribs, and she crumples.

I watch them drag her limp body toward the rear of the store, where I already fucking know there's an exit.A service door to the loading dock.

I run.

Every fiber of my being is screaming.

I hit the service door so hard it slams open, and just as I step out?—

I see it.

A white van, peeling out.

My hands shake.

Too late.

I was too fucking late.

They have her.

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