My heart was literally working double time as Apollo finally stopped typing and leaned in.
A map popped up on the screen with a blue blinking dot.
“That’s right next to Keely’s old office,” I said as I studied the area.
Just as suddenly as Baker’s location popped up on the screen, it was gone.
“Her phone is off,” Apollo said. “I can force it back on, though. Give me two minutes.”
His fingers started working overtime, but I didn’t stay to find out if she was moving.
I needed to drive to where she last was.
“Shit.” I stopped at the door. “She has the only vehicle.”
“You can take mine,” Audric said, holding out the keys to his old truck.
I didn’t thank him, just took the keys and ran.
The drive to the old office building where Keely used to work took me twenty minutes.
Traffic was, like always, horrendous, and it didn’t matter how many times I bobbed and weaved around cars. I was going nowhere fast.
Which fucking sucked because if I’d had my bike, that trip would’ve taken a hell of a lot less time.
My phone was ringing as I made the last turn toward her last known location.
“Hello?” I answered roughly.
“She’s still there. I hacked into the cameras across the street from the parking garage that she’s at, and fuck, Copper. I can see her car. But fuck, buddy. I know it’s hers because it’s the right color, but it’s completely crushed,” Apollo murmured. “And the person that crushed it is Reign. I was able to see her getting into a fuckin’ armored vehicle. Not a tank, per se, but still something that drove right the fuck over the Suburban. She ran the Suburban over like it was nothing.”
My stomach sank.
“Fuck,” I said as I hit the pedal harder.
The truck lurched forward, and I dodged around a homeless man pushing an overflowing Walmart shopping cart filled with trash.
Trash swirled in the air as I passed him, and he threw up his hands in affront.
I kept going, pulling to a stop at the mouth of the parking garage entrance.
It took me all of two point five seconds to take everything in, and before I could stop myself, I started running toward the vehicle.
It was shaped like a tractor that they use to drive over the crops, but the cab of the vehicle was plated with metal.
It was obvious that this thing was homemade, but it was made well.
Whomever had designed it had done a great job, because there wasn’t anything that was going to stop that.
With only one thing left to do, I started running, catching the ladder with ease when I left the ground. The ladder that extended underneath the truck pulled down with my weight, and I climbed the damn thing like a tree as I reached for the door handle.
A helicopter sounded from above, but I paid it no mind as I felt the door give.
Then suddenly I was staring at a laughing Reign.
She looked over, her eyes lit with excitement and saw me.
“Oh, hey, Copper!”
