Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
"Wren is working," Bandera says. "There are over ninety thousand hotel rooms in Vegas. We won't find shit if we don't know where to look."
With a huff of annoyance, Whiskey sits back in his chair. He doesn't have to sit in here with the rest of us, but I know the man wants to be the first one out the door once there's news, or we have a direction or clue that can be followed with actual action rather than scouring the internet and other programs looking for her.
The comm on my computer lights up, and my hands shake profusely as I reach for the button to answer Wren's call.
"What have you found?" I ask. The time for niceties and common courtesy is long gone.
"Your brother is more skilled at this shit than anyone else I've ever tracked," Wren says, and I do my best not to take it as a jab because, for the most part, I can hold my own with computers and such.
"So, you haven't found anything?"
"I didn't say that. He's good, but I'm better."
All of the guys sitting at the conference table sit up a little straighter, each one waiting for news so they can actually do something to contribute to bringing Morgan back safely.
"I figure since we haven't located him on many of the city's traffic cameras, he didn't get very far. He hasn't bought a plane or train ticket."
"He wouldn't," I say, feeling even more frustrated because, of course, I had already looked up those things and have a program running in the background of my system to alert me if his name pops up on any public system in Vegas and the surrounding areas.
"I ran his name in a database to look for hotel rooms and short and long-term rentals, but nothing flagged on that either," Wren continues.
"He wouldn't use his name for anything. It would be more likely that he printed his own keycard to access a room," I explain. "What have you found?"
"Less than I'd like," Wren says, and I can hear the irritation he has in his voice at not having found my brother.
The guys settle back into their chairs at the conference room table, and I can feel another wave of defeat settling inside of me.
"I'm still searching all the hotels for aliases," Wren says.
"I don't know how long he's going to pretend to be me," I begin. "But he won't get a super flashy room because he has to know that won't impress Morgan. It's not something I would do, and he's egotistical enough to see just how long he can manipulate her into believing he's me. The more he can get her to do as me, the worse things are, and that's exactly the kind of goal he'd set."
A grumble of rage echoes around the room from the guys, and as grateful as I am for the solidarity, it doesn't help the situation that Morgan is in at all.
I feel completely helpless, and that would also be part of Henry's plan. I don't think I've ever hated him more than I do in this moment and that's saying a lot because the man has made it his life's mission to ruin mine.
"We'll find him," Wren assures me. "I'll let you know the second I find something. I'm running facial recognition across the city. It takes time, as you know, but we'll catch up to him eventually."
"I appreciate your help in this," I say, and a second later, the line goes dead.
"No one else finds that rude?" Bandera asks. "Just hanging up like that?"
"He's an IT guy," I say with a shrug. "No sense in wasting time on pleasantries."
Bandera shrugs as he shifts his weight in his chair. "I just fucking hate sitting here doing nothing."
"All part of the job," Heathen says, and I know he doesn't mean anything negative about it.
If anything, the man is even more invested because if something happens to Morgan it will hurt his wife. Although the couple hasn't been together very long, the man is all in with that woman and would burn the world down to protect her from any form of harm, and that includes emotional pain if her friend is being hurt. Heathen is also one very practical motherfucker, and I know he knows how bad this could be when he looks up and locks eyes with me.
I swallow down the need to yell and scream and throw shit because I know it won't do any good, but I barely manage to keep my rage in check. There is no need for Henry to fuck with me at all, but he just can't stand to see people happy. The man has the ability to lie, cheat, and steal his way into a lush life, and as much as he likes living expensively and having top-notch everything, he wants to destroy my life even more.