Page 88 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

I disconnected the call, trying not to lose my shit as I stared at the concerned faces around me.

“I think we all know what happened, even if no one else believes it,” Hudson said in a grim voice. “The question is, how do we get her back before something happens to her. We have no idea where he’s taking her or what his plans are. Montana is a big state with a lot of places to hide out.”

“Or he could just keep driving into another state,” Jax considered.

“If the police aren’t on board, no one is even going to be looking for her yet except her family,” Cooper added in a disgruntled voice.

“We have to do something,” Tori said tearfully.

Marshall scowled. “I don’t suppose there’s a single one of you who would agree that this is happening on US soil, that it’s not a government reject case, and we could get ourselves in trouble if we interfere.” He looked around the room before he added unhappily, “Didn’t think so.”

“I’m not asking for Last Hope’s involvement,” I growled. “But I am going after her myself. I should have said fuck the international meetings and gone with her in the first place since she refused my security. I shouldn’t have let her leave my damn sight. My gut was telling me that something wasn’t right, and I didn’t fucking listen.”

“Screw it!” Marshall barked. “We’re helping. What do you need? Did you give Shelby the tracker?”

“I did. She agreed to wear it, but I’m not sure how often she’s had it on. Can you see if she’s wearing it?” I asked, my voice hoarse with emotion.

Please, sweetheart. Even if you hate me right now, please be wearing that damn tracker.

I’d given Shelby a satellite GPS tracker Tuesday night that Marshall had designed for me. I knew the first thing that would go if she was ever abducted was her cell phone. Anything flashy would have drawn attention, so it was simply a leather cord to put around her neck with a tracker that was disguised as a small silver pendant with scrolls so it looked like some kind of simple, decorative jewelry.

She hadn’t loved the idea, but I’d told her we could destroy it once she returned from Montana. I’d just wanted some kind of protection for her while she was in Montana because my gut had been screaming at me not to leave her vulnerable.

I understood that Kaleb believed there could still be danger for Shelby in Montana, but I wasn’t completely convinced that someone would have eyes on her every moment while she was there.

In the end, to make me feel better, she’d agreed to wear it, saying it was better than having security on her tail.

I just wasn’t sure how seriously she’d taken the possible risk, and whether she’d wear it all the time, especially considering she may still think that I’d been going to see someone else Tuesday night.

Christ!I hated myself for not just taking a few moments to at least tell her some of the truth.

Tori was right. Now that I’d had time to think about it, what else could she conclude? Plus, there was her history to consider. She’d been with some fucking idiots in the past who had taught her not to trust any guy when it came to fidelity.

It took time to get over shit like that, and I shouldn’t have taken her statement about another woman so personally.

My heart was thundering like I’d just run a marathon as I watched Marshall connecting to the tracking program.

“Do we know what kind of vehicle he’s driving?” Chase asked.

“No vehicle registered to him that I could find. He either borrows vehicles or steals them and dumps them,” Marshall muttered, his fingers not pausing as they flew over his keyboard. “So it would be almost impossible to even ask for a police BOLO, even if we could successfully convince them that this is serious. As soon as I’m finished here, I’ll get in touch with some contacts at the FBI. I could be wrong, but I doubt that Young’s plan is just to kill her and dump her body somewhere immediately. That wasn’t what he did with the two women he killed. They think he held them for a day or two. He’s probably been waiting a long time for this opportunity to snatch Shelby. She looks a lot more like his deceased wife, which was probably why he targeted her in the first place. If he has transportation, he’s taking her somewhere. Young hasn’t been at the shelter for the last few days, and if he’s capable of murdering two women in cold blood, he could easily steal some mode of transportation or carjack someone.”

The rational part of my brain told me that Marshall was probably right about Young wanting to hold Shelby rather than killing her outright, but I didn’t want that bastard touching Shelby inanyway. Not a hair on her goddamn head.

“Got it,” Marshall said as he used the remote to put the info on the large screen. “She’s wearing the tracker and it’s obviously not been identified. It looks like Young is still on the move.”

The relief that coursed through my body almost made me lightheaded.

She was wearing that damn tracker, and we’d know exactly where she was located.

“I’m headed to the airport,” I informed the room as I rose from my chair, so anxious to get to Shelby that I couldn’t think about anything else.

“I’m right behind you with some gear,” Chase told me as he got to his feet. “Marshall, we’ll need a helicopter if this ends up being a remote area. He can’t drive forever. He has to stop at some point.”

“I’ll have a few hours to cover everything while you guys are in flight, and I’ll keep monitoring the tracker. Are you going to need backup?”

I shook my head. I was going to need Chase to fly, but I didn’t want to get anyone else involved. “We can handle it. If you can get the police to listen, have them intercept. It would be faster.”

“Do you really think they’re going to buy that we have GPS tracking coordinates on her?” Hudson asked drily. “Nobody even believes that she’s really missing.”

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