Free Dangerous Attraction: Part Three (Aegis Group) by Sidney Bristol

he asked.
    “Are you working?” She tried to not...gape...but how could he concentrate at work when Wendy was missing?
    “I’m trying to stay busy, but it’s not working.” He got up and paced the bedroom. His assistant glared at her.
    “They’re going to find her, it’s going to be okay,” the assistant said. Bliss could never keep them straight, so she’d just stopped trying.
    “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” Grayson muttered.
    “Hey, you know where Wendy kept my spare key? I wanted to see if I left a change of clothes in my trunk.” Bliss smiled and hoped he believed her.
    “I have it. It’s in here.”
    Grayson strode to the closet, which was as big as her bedroom back at her apartment. He opened a small safe and rooted around inside for a moment before turning to present her with the spare key.
    “Thanks.”
    She grabbed the key, focusing on acting natural. How exactly was she supposed to act though? It wasn’t every day a serial killer proclaimed his obsessive hatred for a girl. She glanced at her phone again and cringed at the time. It was running out.
    Bliss took the small staircase to the ground floor and checked the map once again. She wasn’t great with directions, but the phone could also be used to track her in a pinch. At least that’s what happened in the movies. So she left it on the bottom stair, waited until no one was looking, and slid out the front door. With her hood up, she hoped she looked like any one of the neighbors coming and going.
    If one of the cops made her, it was all over, and Wendy was as good as dead.
    She crossed the lawn and slid into her little car, shivering. Boy, it was unusually cold this year. She started the car, glancing at the cop cars every few moments. Easing it into drive, she rolled down the street, holding her breath.
    Neither car moved to follow her.
    No one ran out of the house after her.
    She had some serious road to burn if she was going to make it.
    “Do you think he had a car waiting here? Or did he boost something parked on the street?” Travis studied the blocked-off street. He wanted to get out of the SUV and walk the scene, look for a clue, but then he’d be in the way of the professionals.
    Officers and what had to be the forensics team clustered around the first car, Priscilla’s. The one Daniel had driven into the gated community and right up to the house to kidnap Wendy in.
    “Nah. Two hostages? He had to have something waiting.” Connor twisted to look behind them.
    “If they’re both tied up, what’s he got to worry about? Wendy’s not strong enough to break loose, and the kid’s probably scared shitless.”
    “Time. He knew we would chase him, so he needed to get away clean and change vehicles before we got too close. He had to have something waiting at this location. He knew he was coming here. Look at the street. There’s no camera in sight. He knew he’d change vehicles without us knowing what to look for.”
    “What about there?” Travis pointed to a dome camera mounted on the cross street.
    “Nah, that’s blind this way. It only goes north and south. You can’t see the lights, that’s how he knew.”
    “Fuck.” Travis rubbed his forehead. He’d gone up against some thorough bastards before, but they’d had teams to do the work. This was one man. “Do we have another ping on Wendy’s location?”
    “Yup. Patrol is in the area now looking for a car or some sign of them.”
    “Do we know which way they went?”
    “Lali tagged every car that crossed the intersection behind us, the one up the street, the other to the left, and the three closest traffic cameras. It’s a lot of cars to follow and sort through. She’s requested some support, but still, that’s a lot of cameras and a lot of cars.”
    “Needle in a fucking haystack.”
    “Pretty much.” Connor eased the truck past the ongoing investigation. “If I wanted time alone with my sweetheart, and I knew the law was after me, where would I