Free The Senator: A Blake Jordan Thriller by Ken Fite

going to come into my home and search through my things. What are you looking for?” The agent bent down and got in Mitchell’s face.
    “Mr. Mitchell, unless you can show me these emails, I’m going to have to assume that you’re lying to me. And if you’re lying to me, then I’m going to arrest you for being involved in this kidnapping. Understand?”
    Mitchell nodded and stood.
    “Follow me.” He walked into his home office and typed the password. The laptop screen and two large external monitors woke up. They displayed his Website, the login page where he posted his stories, and the analytics Website that showed that there were now over two hundred thousand visitors on his Website. Mitchell pointed to his second monitor and it had an inbox with new messages coming in every few seconds.
    “The emails came in at 8:25 and 9:14.” Mitchell found the first email with the tip about the van. “I’ll find the other one, now.” He scrolled through countless emails and found the email that came in almost fifty minutes later and opened the message, which gave the tip with the description of the kidnapper. The timestamps matched. The agent nodded.
    “Pack it all up,” he said, and the two men grabbed the laptop and anything else electronic in the apartment. Mitchell realized what the other two men had been doing – they were inventorying his belongings, should they be given the go-ahead by the agent in charge.
    “Cell phone?” the man asked. Mitchell pulled an older model phone from his pocket and handed it over. The agent took a look at it and handed it to one of the other men. After the agents left, David Mitchell locked the door behind them. He went into his closet and found the laptop and cell phone that he had hidden inside a stack of bedsheets and was back in business.

Chapter 25
    Jami was right. David Mitchell was likely the man that we were seeing on the videotape. She said that we needed to pay him a visit and I agreed. We kept watching the footage on Morgan’s monitor and just as the bike sped off, I saw Jami run into the frame from the west side of the building. We watched as I walked out, gun drawn, and met her in the parking lot, and we climbed into my SUV and chased after the bike.
    I hired Agent Davis not just because she had an impressive resume, but because she had been referred by a friend. Referrals seem to work out better than hiring someone off the street. It’s hard to judge character from a resume. Whether by skill or by luck, Jami had a way of connecting the dots that came easily to her.
    “Morgan, can you get Mitchell’s address from that DMV file and send it to my screen?” Jami asked.
    “Sure.” Morgan let out a loud sigh.
    “I need to step away for a few minutes,” I told them and left Morgan’s workstation and headed down the dark hallway to my office and pulled out my phone as I walked. I closed the door behind me and called my dad at his house. It rang twice before he picked up.
    “Blake?” he said immediately upon answering.
    “Hey Dad, it’s me.” I tried to figure out how I was going to get through this conversation. His best friend had been kidnapped and I had no idea where he was or what the kidnapper would do to him. I couldn’t imagine what my dad was thinking in that moment.
    “I tried calling a few times. I’m watching the news. Is it true what they’re saying? About Jim?” I leaned against the inside of my office door and felt my knees buckle a little. I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head before answering.
    “It’s true. It happened on my watch. I’m sorry.”
    “How could this have happened?” he asked and his voice cracked as he spoke.
    “We’re trying to put the pieces together still, but it was planned. He was taken minutes before he was supposed to give his speech and stuffed inside a van that left the arena. We chased the kidnapper but lost him.”
    Neither of us said anything for a good thirty seconds. I could tell he was shaken