Slow Burn

Chapter Thirty-seven

Timing really was everything, and the phone logs at Smith and Wesson would confirm what Dylan had finally figured out.

The truth didn't set him free; it enraged him. How could he have been so blind? And why had it taken him so long to see what was there the whole time?

He realized he was driving like a maniac. He didn't care. Panic was building inside him, and all he could think about was getting to Kate. He needed to see her and know that she was all right. She didn't realize the danger, and she was so trusting. She was sitting in the middle of a hornet's nest. The bastard knew where she was, and he would be coming for her.

He turned the corner on two wheels, slammed on the brakes, and hit the ground running. He had a plan. After he made sure Kate was safe, he was going to kill the son of a bitch.

Dylan sprinted into the building. Two policemen were hurrying down the stairs toward him. As soon as he saw their expressions, he knew something was wrong.

"Where's Kate?" he demanded.

"Gone… she's gone," one of the officers answered.

The other rushed to add, "We've searched the entire building. She left in a hurry."

They both talked at once.

"Phone was off the hook, purse and briefcase still there…"

"The alarm on the back door… someone disarmed it… couldn't have been her…"

A security guard rushed forward, visibly shaken. "This is all my fault. She went out the back door. I got called on the intercom to come up to the entrance, and I didn't question it. I thought it was one of the cops."

"We called it in as soon as we realized… The FBI is on the way. Agent Kline says to wait here." The first policeman said.

Dylan was too late. The son of a bitch had her.