Free Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series) by Samantha A. Cole Page B

Ms.
Davis, I can assure you she’s missing, and she’s not the first.” Brody’s eyes
flashed to Marco and saw his friend also made the connection to Kayla London’s
missing friend from Heat. “Her live-in boyfriend, Dr. Scott Harrison, got home
from a shift at the hospital, which, due to a multi-vehicle crash, had him in
the ER until 2:00 a.m. When he arrived home twenty minutes later, he found Ms.
Davis’s car parked in the driveway as he expected it to be. However, she wasn’t
at home. He went back outside and saw her car was locked with her cell phone in
the center console—her purse was missing. He called 911 when she didn’t return
by eight this morning. Now, typically this wouldn’t have raised any alarms, and
everyone would assume she ran off or something, but, as I said, this isn’t the
first one with the exact same circumstances. I’ll get to the others in a moment.
What did differ this time was one of Ms. Davis’s high heeled shoes was found
under the car by the driver’s door when the patrol units first responded.
According to Dr. Harrison, he had no idea where she’d gone last night and
thought she was staying in. The last time he spoke to her was just after 6:00 p.m.
by phone.”
    He slid an 8 x 10 photo of the missing blonde onto the table,
followed by another of a different woman—this one was a brunette. “Christie
Lawrence, age twenty-eight, missing for three weeks now. Last seen at a bar
down on the Riverwalk by some friends a little after midnight. She drove home
and disappeared. Her car was locked with her cell phone inside. Her purse was
missing, too.” Christie was the one some of them had already heard about. Brody
studied the photo—she was a cute girl. Webb tossed a third picture on the table
for the team to see—this woman had black hair. “Melody Barnes, age twenty-five,
missing for six weeks. Last seen leaving her job as a waitress at 11:00 p.m.
And once again, her car was at her condo and locked—cell phone inside. No
purse.”
    Devon crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Okay.
So we have three missing women, and since you haven’t said you found any
bodies, they are still just considered missing. I understand your
concern because the similarities and circumstances don’t bode well, but what’s
it got to do with us?”
    Sitting forward, Ian rested his elbows on the table. “You
already know Heather is a submissive in the lifestyle.” He pointed at the
photos. “The brunette is a submissive and a member of Heat. And the other one attended
her first munch a few days before she went missing. One of her friends went
with her, but they weren’t together at all times so she doesn’t know who Melody
spoke to, but she was there as a potential submissive to the lifestyle.”
    “Oh, fuck.” Boomer slid the photos closer to inspect them
better. “Are you telling me we have some nutcase kidnapping submissives?”
    Webb nodded. “That’s what we’re starting to believe. It’s too
much of a coincidence to ignore. My captain doesn’t want to bring the feds in
yet, for several reasons. One, he doesn’t play well with others. Two, he hates
Special Agent in Charge Stonewall.” Brody snorted. Everyone in the room hated
the SAC of the Tampa FBI office—the guy was a real asshole. “And three, we have
no bodies. Just three missing person cases. Cal called me about something
unrelated this morning, and I asked, off-the-record, if he knew any connections
to the lifestyle. He brought me to see Ian. I had no idea there was a club on
the premises here.”
    “That’s the way we like it,” Ian responded.
    “I hear you. Anyway, I know there are other clubs in the
area. I’d like your help in getting the word out to women who attend them to be
careful until we have more to go on.” The detective stood, and Cal and Ian
followed suit. “And it obviously goes without saying, but if you hear of
anything that might give us an idea of what the fuck is going on, give me