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10 Nathan

The inside of the police station was like a ghost town. It seemed odd that they would have such a skeleton crew working on a Friday night.

I rushed in the set of front double doors, expecting to be greeted with noise and uniforms, with concerned faces and a staff of support ready to help me find Honor and bring down that sick bastard Lex.

I wasn’t expecting to be met with a bunch of ringing phones and a couple of secretaries sitting behind desks cluttered with paper.

One of the women perked up when she saw me stop behind the chest-high counter between us. She got up from her desk and hurried forward, her blue dress swishing around her ankles as she moved.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“I need to report a missing person.”

She pulled out a stack of forms and a clipboard. “When’s the last time you saw the missing person?”

“I’ve never met her.”

That earned me an odd look. The woman lowered the clipboard. “You want to report a missing person that you’ve never met?” I nodded and opened my mouth to explain further. She got this pinched look on her face. “I don’t have time for pranks, young man.”

“This isn’t a prank. I have proof. And I’m pretty sure she was kidnapped.”

For some reason, that statement didn’t seem to warrant any kind of urgency. Frankly, I found it offensive. I opened my mouth to tell her exactly what I wanted her to do when she thrust the clipboard, bursting with papers, in front of me.

“Here, go sit down. Fill these out. Someone will be with you when they can.”

“This is an urgent matter,” I said.

“As soon as someone gets back, they will help you.”

“Gets back from where?”

She sighed, exasperated. “There was a massive pileup over on Route 210. Mass casualties. All our personnel have responded.”

“How long ago was this?” I asked, thinking that might be the traffic Lex said held him up on his way to poker.

“About an hour ago, maybe a little more.” The phone on her desk started ringing and she gave me a look before rushing off to answer it. I glanced at the other woman behind a desk. She was on the phone too, writing something down.

A feeling of dread formed in the pit of my stomach. An accident with mass casualties could keep the station here busy all night. I sat down in one of the black, uncomfortable chairs against the wall and glanced at the papers in my hand.

Name of missing person. Address of missing person. Date of birth. Address. Last known location. Description.

I swore under my breath. The only thing I knew was her name. I didn’t know any of this. The only way I was going to get someone to take me seriously was to show them the texts on my phone.

I glanced down at the dark screen.

She hadn’t replied to my last text. I wondered if she even got it.

I need to know where you are, I typed out.

I sat there for a long time, waiting for an officer to come and help, waiting for a reply from Honor.

I’m in the woods. In a hole. My phone buzzed with her reply. I felt immediate relief because at least the lines of communication were still open… at least she wasn’t dead.

Where?

Not sure. I was in Slatington when he took me. On the trail.

I wasn’t that far from Slatington now. I could go and look around. Unfortunately, there were mountains and woods all over this part of the state. The trail in Slatington ran for thirty miles. I could veer off the trail to look in the wooded areas, but that was a lot of ground to cover.

But it was a start.

Do you have GPS? I texted back.

Several long moments later, I got her answer. Yes.

I stood up abruptly and laid the clipboard in the now empty seat, and I headed for the door. I heard the secretary call out behind me, but I didn’t stop.

Screw waiting for help.

I was a United States Marine.

I was the help.

I climbed into my Jeep and fired up the engine.

This is what I want you to do… I texted and then started to drive.