Unexpected Love

Chapter 28 - Greyson

I was losing my head. Clearly through out these few hours I had gone insane somehow. I was slowly entering a place in my head where it was find Bailey or kill. Every minute spent at the police station was pure agony. I couldn't find my girl and I was at my breaking point. Fucking hell I wanted to shout and scream.

And I did.

But it did nothing because one minute I was flipping chairs and yelling at officers to hurry the fuck up and find her, because she couldn't have disappeared in the span of four hours. She couldn't have just vanished into thin air. And then next minute I was being handcuffed and sat in an interrogation chair to calm down.

The door to the interrogation room opens and I pick my head off the table, my headache was back and worse than ever. I could hardly see straight. Gavin sighs sitting Infront of me, my eyes struggling to focus on him.

"You lashing out is not speeding up the process," he scolds.

I roll my eyes. "I don't give a flying fuck, your man was drinking coffee chuckling on his phone while my woman is going through god knows what." I sneer closing my eyes trying to stop my mind from conjuring horrifying thoughts.

She could be going through the worst right now.

Or she could be dead.

I swallow my eyes glistening and my throat tight. I didn't know if I wanted her dead or alive. How fucked up was that. I didn't want her going though any of the horrible things that happen to people who are kidnaped. But I didn't want her dead either.

I wanted her in my arms. Because she was safe whenever she was with me.

"We've found something," his voice breaks me out of my terrifying thoughts. My head snaps up so quick I'm sure I sprained a muscle. I swallow, did I want to hear what they found?

It could range from the greatest thing to the worst possible thing. "Have you seen this man around town?" He asks, pulling out a picture of a man from a yellow folder. I look down at the photo as Gavin uncuffs my hands. The paper is filled with pictures of this man from different angles. He was tall with a potbelly, his head was bald with a tattoo of a skull on the back of his head. I furrow my brows wondering why he looked so familiar.

I shake my head "I don't remember." He pulls out another paper placing it beside the other one.

"This is the sketch Bailey gave me a month ago of the man who broke into her shop." He states and my heart stops beating in my chest. The blood rushes to my ears and I'm dizzy, fuck I was going to throw up again.

"Do you know who he is?"

He leans back into the metal chair sighing. He opens the file once more and starts reading "Caleb Rodney, parents Kayla and Rob Rodney. He has a twin brother, Miles. He's thirty-five and six foot tall. He was in prison for money laundering, assault, and attempted murder of a man that owed him money. The city has had people follow him and from the looks of it he has a gambling addiction." He trails off.

A gambling addiction.

The very thing Bailey's father was addicted to.

Which I had no doubt was why he had taken her. If he was capable of attempting murder who knew what he would do to her.

Fuck. I rub my temple trying to figure out what was going to happen now.

"He's been pictured with a women recently," Gavin continues. Pulling out yet another photo from the same file. This photo smaller, it's Caleb and a blonde haired women talking in an alley. She looks to be handing him something, but I can't make out what it is.