“Axel tells me you might have seen a man who kidnapped Durango?” Reed asks.
I nod. “Only through Durango’s phone.”
“Let’s sit down,” Axel says, then leads us all to the kitchen, where we all sit.
“I FaceTimed Durango to let him know he forgot his keys. While he was holding his phone up, talking to me, I spotted a man close behind him. He took a photo of that guy and sent it to me.” I pull it up on my phone, hand it to Reed, and CT leans over to see it.
He hands the phone back. “I need you to send that to me.” He rattles off his number.
Axel pulls Durango’s phone from his pocket. “I want to see if he got any more photos, but it’s password protected. I guess calls get through but nothing else. Any chance you know his password?” he asks me.
Reed has his phone to his ear before I can answer. “Coff, I can’t explain now, but we need the password to Durango’s phone.”
He nods and glances at Axel. “Ten Seventeen.”
My heartbeat picks up as I watch Axel type the numbers in and his phone unlocks. “That’s my birthday,” I say.
“Yeah, it worked. Thanks. I’ll call you back and fill you in as soon as I can.” Reed ends his call.
“Dammit!” Axel says. “There’s nothing else here.”
Reed types furiously on his phone. “I’ve sent the photo to Trip and told him this is the top priority.”
“I’m worried this might be related to my ex. He figured out where I was and threatened me. My roommate and I came here to be safe. Maybe he followed us and we didn’t realize.”
“What’s his name?”
“Tyler Bentley.”
Reed types fast. “All right. I asked Trip to look into him next.”
“He already did,” Axel says. “Durango asked him to, and he got back to Durango with information earlier today.”
Reed frowns. “And do you know what Trip told him?”
“He told me Tyler’s name came up clean, but he has some family who has had legal trouble. White-collar crime, nothing violent,” Axel says.
The front door opens, and Axel is the first one up. “Durango?” he calls.
“Nope. Harding. Sorry to walk in, but the door wasn’t locked. I’m here to see Durango.”
“He asked you to meet him here?” Reed asks.
“No.” Her eyes take in the three men and then land on me. “I was concerned after our last call. What’s going on? CT, I’m surprised to see you here.”
CT steps forward. “I’m on my way home from an assignment and had a layover in the city. I wasn’t expecting Durango to go missing.”
“What? He’s missing?” Harding asks.
“We think he was kidnapped. He snapped a photo of a man following him earlier,” Reed says.
“Dammit. He called me a couple of hours ago and said he thought he was being followed.” She walks up to the table. “Let me see the photo.”
Reed pulls it up and hands his phone to the woman.
She closes her eyes. “He sent that photo to me this morning. I ran a search, and nothing came up. That’s what I told Durango before I ended the call. But I sent it to a colleague to double-check, and he just got back to me.”
“Did you get a lead?” Reed asks.
