Page 112 of Love on the Line

Chapter 44

Wyatt kepta heavy foot on the accelerator. He had to find Anne and explain they’d both been deceived by crazy Victoria. He’d known she was a few cards short of a full deck, but never expected in his wildest dreams she would do something so insane.

John’s ringtone sounded, and Wyatt answered through the blue tooth. “What’s up?”

“Do you know where Anne is?”

Wyatt snapped to attention at the abrupt question and the urgency in John’s voice. “No. I’m headed to her place. You won’t believe what—”

“I gotta make this short because things are happening in real time. Blackwood’s the one behind all this. I have a warrant out for his arrest.”

Wyatt’s stomach rocketed to his throat, and he blinked. “What? Blackwood? I’ve never even met the guy.”

“When I saw the sketch artist’s images, I recognized him from the press picture taken at the hospital. Trish ID’d him too, so I sent units to his house and store. We haven’t found him yet.”

“What beef could he have with me? This makes no fucking sense.” Wyatt tried to focus on the road, his body on high alert, and his brain struggling to process the information.

“I don’t have time to explain. Anne’s not answering her phone and could be in danger. I sent a unit to her place.”

A fist slammed into Wyatt’s heart. “I’m almost there, but why would Blackwood want to hurt her? I mean, if he’s the one who hired Moe Dog and his goons, he gave them instructions not to harm Anne.”

“Hold on.” John’s voice muffled as he spoke to someone else, then came back on the line. “I gotta chase down this lead. Listen, officially I have to warn you not to enter Anne’s building until after the police have cleared it. Blackwood is capable of anything. Keep in mind what he did to Capello.”

Cold sweat formed on Wyatt’s forehead, and his insides knotted. Holy fuck. Blackwood had cut off the guy’s hand and ear, and now he might have Anne? “All the more reason I’m going in.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Sorry, gotta go.”

John hung up as Wyatt turned down the road leading to Anne’s apartment complex. He forced air into his constricted lungs. This night had spun out of orbit. Anne could be at the mercy of that monster. She’d never be able to defend herself against him. Wyatt firmed his grip on the steering wheel. He had to keep it together if he was going to be of any use.

Shit, five minutes ago his biggest worry had been whether he could get Anne to believe he’d never cheated on her. Now, he just wanted to see her alive.

He swung into the lot of Anne’s apartment complex. He didn’t have time to figure out the answers. All that mattered was getting to her.

When he spotted her car, his heart vaulted.

And then his gaze caught the BMW parked beside it.

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