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“Both of you calm down,” Asher said. “I’m looking at footage, and I could use some extra eyes. I’m playing back everything on these six screens.”

Brady gave me a final glare before turning toward the camera footage. Everyone in the room watched carefully while the film team’s radios squawked from other chatter.

“The food truck,” Cardannon suddenly said. He pointed. “It wasright there. Now it’s gone.”

“Fuck you,” Brady growled. “We don’t need your distractions.”

“He’s right.” Asher whirled around to look at me. “It’s the food truck.”

“They were closing up as the dust cloud arrived,” I said. “I assumed they were trying to keep the dust out of the interior, but…”

“Look!” Cardannon said. “That’s the food truck server. I remember his beard.”

There was a man in a white apron walking around the set, looking confused.

I hurried out the door and ran across the set. When I found him, I said, “Where did your truck go?”

He gave me a funny smile. “Dude, I’m trying to figure that out too. It was right here, Iswear. I didn’t even take any edibles today because I knew I’d be around all these cops.” He looked around nervously.

Brady appeared next to me. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

The food truck guy pointed. “I was delivering tacos to the big director dude. Normally, you have to pick them up at the truck window, but I know he’s, like, abig deal. So I brought them to him. Then the big smoke cloud or whatever hit us, and then… poof. My truck’s gone.”

Brady checked his pocket for the SUV keys. “I’m going after them.”

“You don’t know what direction they went!” I said.

“I’ll pick a direction at random. Call me when you know more.” He took off at a dead sprint.

I groaned. Brady was an impulsive guy, and often acted without having any clear objective. Right now he wasn’t doing any good by driving off randomly. But I knew he wouldn’t listen to me if I told him to stay.

Depending on what happened to Heather, he might never listen to me again.

Heather. I shook my head and jogged over to the nearest police officer. “We have reason to believe a woman was kidnapped using the food truck that was here. Can you put out an all-points bulletin for the surrounding area?”

“What makes you think she was kidnapped?” the cop asked skeptically. “Everything’s crazy ‘cause of the dust. She’s probably in her trailer.”

“She’s not in her trailer,” I growled. “We need to know the location, so if you can put out an APB that would be extremely helpful.”

“Dude, no need,” the food truck guy said behind me. “The truck location is on the website.”

I whirled. “The website?”

“Yeah, dude. Technology issweet. My cousin set it up for me. The website is set to auto-refresh the truck location every minute. Or maybe it’s every thirty seconds. That way customers can always find me, which saves me alotof time. Before that I had to post on Instagram and Facebook every time I stopped somewhere new, but now—”

I shoved my phone in his face. “Type in your website.”

He did so, then handed it back to me. Sure enough, there was a website with real-time GPS tracking.

“The truck is headed east,” I said. “They’re taking Heathereast.”

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Asher and I jumped into my SUV and peeled out of the film set. When I reached the roadblock, I blared on the horn to get the cops to move the barricade out of the way so I didn’t have to slow down.

“They’re on the six-oh-five,” Asher was telling Brady on the radio. “Looks like they’re merging onto the two-ten.”

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