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Saviour Boy (All American Boy)(12)
Author: S.L. Sterling

“What? Where are you?” I said, spinning around in my chair, feeling around on my desk for my keys.

“I’m heading down the back staircase of the resort, toward the back entrance to the rear parking lot.”

“All right, listen to me. Keep calm and just breathe. As soon as you are outside, you head over to the Wine Glass Fountain.”

“Grant, I’m scared. I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Becca, listen, it’s going to be fine, I will meet you there in twenty minutes. Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere else, or with anyone else. Tell your boss that that is where you will be. I will be there as quick as I can,” I barked, getting up as quickly as I could without my leg giving out under my weight.

“Okay. Please hurry, Grant.”

I could hear the fear in her voice and wanted nothing more than to be with her and comfort her. “I’m on my way, Becs.” I hung up and grabbed my jacket and keys and headed out the front door, yelling back to Gale that I would be back. Once in my truck, I dialed Chris. I figured if this was a bomb threat, he was probably already on his way there.

“Chris here,” he barked into the phone. I could hear multiple voices in the background.

“Hey! You hear about the bomb threat over at the Moscato?”

“Yep, I just got back, and we are on our way now. Is Becca with you?”

“I dropped her off at work this morning. She’s already called me, and I’m on my way to meet her at the wine glass fountain.”

“Okay, we just arrived. I’ve got to go.”

The phone went dead, and I turned the corner and jammed on my breaks. There were people everywhere, lining the middle of the street, making it impossible for me to pass. I pulled over and parked the truck, quickly scanning the crowd of people for any sign of Becca. I could see the fountain from where I parked, and I pushed my way through the crowd, making my way over to the base of the fountain, looking in every direction for her.

When I didn’t see her immediately, I pulled my phone from my back pocket and quickly texted her. Still searching through the crowds looking for her, I held onto my phone, waiting for a response from her.

When I got to the base of the fountain, I once again searched the crowds, but still couldn’t find her. Then I remembered she had said she was going out the back door of the resort. Perhaps the police had refused to let them leave the area and she was still back there. I crossed the street and got around to the back of the building, but when I got there, the police quickly escorted me away, telling me that they had evacuated all persons and that they allowed no one in the immediate area.

I could feel my frustration peak, which was odd for me after all my training, but I couldn’t help it. I had to find her. I combed through the crowds for over an hour with no luck. I was out of my mind, and I now stood out front of the resort, watching as police walked out, and then I spotted Chris. As soon as he saw me, he waved, signaling for me to come over.

“You find her?”

I shook my head. “No, she is nowhere. It’s like she disappeared.”

“All right, once my captain clears the place and they allow people to go in, I am going to get in touch with the general manager. If she isn’t with them, then we are going to need the security tapes.”

Two hours later, all employees had been accounted for, except Becca. We sat in the general manager’s office, watching the security footage of each entrance. We finally got to the last tape and, sure enough, we saw her walk out the side door.

“Do you have the tapes from outside this entrance?” Chris questioned.

“Of course, sir.” The manager shuffled through the tapes, finally finding the one we wanted to see.

We watched as Becca stepped out that back door, ran her fingers through her hair, and turned her attention to another staff member who appeared to need help. She was just about to grab hold of her when someone came up behind Becca and grabbed her, throwing a shirt over her head. We watched the entire tape, watched as Becca struggled and was thrown against the front of a white van by a man with a balaclava over his head. Then he hoisted a fighting Becca over his shoulder and threw her into the side door of the white van. We then watched as the man climbed into the front seat and reversed, making sure the van never crossed in front of the camera.

“How is it, in all this chaos, with people everywhere, that no one helped her?” I blurted out.

Chris held his hand out. “Do you have any other tapes that cover the back parking lot?” Chris questioned, rewinding the tape, hoping for a hint at something, anything, that might put a mark on the vehicle, but there was none.

“No, sir, the camera for that part of the building was damaged seven months ago in an electrical storm,” the manager commented, looking uncomfortable.

“What? You mean you haven’t fixed it?” Chris said, getting up and leaning across the manager’s desk until he was in his face.

Chris’s supervisor watched and then cleared his throat, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him back. “All right, so they took her. Grant, we can take it from here. Sir, we are going to need that tape, and we want to speak with every employee who exited the building through that entrance. Surely, someone saw something,” he said to the general manager. Within seconds, the manager had put the tape in his.

“So what’s next?” I asked.

“We will get to the bottom of it, Grant. You head home,” the supervisor said, taking the tape from the manager. “Chris let’s get going. You’re off the case as well. It’s too close to you, but do you have any clue who may have taken her, a lead we could go on?”

Chris spoke to his captain and then stayed behind with me. Grant and I looked to one another as the others left the room, tape in hand. “Grant, I know you’re not going to listen, but when you get back to the apartment, if you notice anything, call me right away.”

“You heard your captain. You’re not supposed to be working on it either.”

Chris chuckled and looked at me with a serious face. “Are you telling me you’re going to sit idly by and wait?”

I looked around the room, trying to ignore his question. “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Chris mumbled and left the room, leaving me standing there, alone.

I needed to find her. I had promised her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and I had broken that promise. I rushed out the door and got into my truck, speeding across the city to her apartment.

I had been back at her apartment for a little over an hour, doing my best to recall all that she had told me. I had looked through everything, trying to find anything that may help us find her, but I came up with nothing.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I leaned against the counter, cracked it open, and took a drink. Then I glanced down at the table. A mass of credit card statements lay in a pile on the table.

I walked over and picked the top one up, noticing a red circle on the one charge, and beside that a large question mark. I frowned and picked up the next statement and looked at the charge. Nixon’s Storage for seventy-five dollars was circled on multiple statements. I grabbed the other statements that lay underneath and saw the same charge on the past seven statements. I recognized the name from somewhere, and I pulled my phone from my pocket, doing a quick search for Nixon’s Storage.

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